if this was right? Don't throw it all away Can you do all these things? Will you do all these things Like we used to? Oh, like we used to
Traduzione: A Rocket To The Moon. Come abbiamo usato per.
my brains target the cluster I advance clutchin' the mic like, bullied a knuckle duster And a scent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend Fuck a
Or lifting a finger And then you were here Such a strange thing We think We're in control ('till we really don't) We always know ('till we really don't) Until we
my desire And we can make the magic flow Once the music is rocking Give me slow jams and hot romance Rock me with that tender dance Baby get closer so we
Be The Come-To With Movin The Music Among The Masses Hit The Spot Rock Upon Sight Like Medusa As The True Surpass The Wicked Used To Sneak In Shows Without A
that way? We are the highway kings. Chasing our destinies. Cruising through a timezone as the world stands still. Harvest moon in a desert sky. Making good time as we
Puba] Alright now this is how we gonna do it before we get out like Shout [Brand Nubian trades off rhyming each line] We used to be some soloists but now we
Two} Yeah, my whole entire mindstate deeper than astronomy and mathematics like Galileo Smash you niggaz like mashed potato Back when niggaz used to rock Ballys and Clarks I used
that kill Confused, unorganized, just to let you know That was a metaphor for a freaky, freaky, freaky flow Like the one resurrected from I Used to Love Her A
so the needle won't budge My track pants sag to create a half moon, nigga what Fellas if you see a fat ass say (what!) Ladies if you need a long dick
everything is Christmas for real We rob and steal Boost a little 'Lo a little Tom Hil' We don't really wear Tommy Hil but everything we rock they steal
cali flow just open the melody and let the rhythm go I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope and soften up your skoal just like a ripened
like a blind man, playin' piano Jellyin' across the Verazanno bustin' at Sopranos White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano Got a fire arm like Dan
Boy, ready Dream We rock the beat And we rock the beat I see clearly now And we rock the beat 26, Bad Boy baby Remix [Dream] Pullin' petals off a flower
greatest that ever orchestrated a verse It's the [Chorus] [Verse 3] Ay yo, we toast to that, it's the cat that broke backs To a soul slap, a smoke a
the kool-aid a bass guitar a old fruit jar a green canteen and a chocolate bar cannonball baby doll football fan i flipped a mad dog and a Japanese man a
way before B.I.G. and 'Pac was discussed I had my walkman in my pocket, used to hop on the bus I used to rock it, used to knock until the mixtape popped
