Sounds from the street Sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city Sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
Übersetzung: Jam. Sounds From The Street.
Sounds from the street, sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city, sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids
Apl.D.Ap] Cellulite overweight stankin' MC's Stench smells so strong it's insanitary Cause you can sense me a mile away so chanky With the jungle funk sound from
come boogie with me We can Dip left, slide right, all night It's time to be wild, freestyle It's on and poppin' Ain't no stoppin' Us from rockin' From
Give up the hoops, now I'm in the street round Got in the booth just to lay the shit down And let the world know about this sound And I never ran, never
the jam i am rocking again From my mind and my heart to your body and your feet I know what you want its that beat from the street Mr.DJ put the jam up
the fuck I'm 'bout? Voices are leading me up to the attic I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse The sound of a music box Comes from inside
: Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds
that Oh now this jam is lit,it's like the ultimate People high off dope but still physically fit I'll make a million bucks,pack my dough in trucks From
my lirycs intense Get telephoto,break out your big lens Look,check out the sales charts My record's kickin',I'm breakin' P.D.'s hearts They banned me from
million sellers Try to say I'm wack,out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam,and
strict review Time to turn the tide around Comin with the tribal sound Brandishing these microphones, we outlaws in the town Corruption in the fool pit, we witness the jam
on the map after Marly and Shan Q.B. before the ROC had one jam Before the Death Row and Bad Boy beef Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the
on the street surface, I spit blood for blood verses Grands man divided, we still stand, conquer land One man'll body slam Def Jam Focus your headcam
I go from skip-skop to hip hop to bebop to P-funk Cutting enough bullshit to turn a tree into a tree trunk 'Cause we've sunk ships from the Pacific to
t have all the people on the dancefloor Let em know we're the rappers that score Yo man, what you waitin for? [Toddy Tee] Well... the lights, cameras, action sound
