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Letra actual de la canción
* - doing Run-D.M.C.'s &quot;Together Forever (Live at Hollis Park '84)&quot;]<br /><br />[Redman] *<br />Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled<br />Get your ass up, and let's get ill<br />That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff<br />And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Yo, don't scandalize mine<br />I spent too much time<br />Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk<br />Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear<br />Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare<br /><br />[Pos]<br />While we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)<br />Like the little ball inside the spray can<br />Providing three coats for both child, woman and man<br /><br />Chorus One: Redman<br /><br />God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall<br />It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click<br />It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br /><br />[Pos]<br />It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt<br />Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see<br />I'm iced out like a glass of tea<br />Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me<br />Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D<br />Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'<br />Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game<br />Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug<br />A life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love<br />Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice<br />while it muffles your voice<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold<br />Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up<br />We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss<br />Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Most crews are post-current while we're forever<br />Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages<br />Graduated from the you-and-I-versity<br />of hard-hitters, for real<br /><br />Chorus Two: Redman<br /><br />I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine<br />And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight<br />Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong<br />I had plans to buy more land, plant corn<br />Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks<br />Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile<br />Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat<br />Big money's make the big decisions<br />Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission <br />Back to the second half of the feature flick<br />Dick stacks and fuck rap<br /><br />[Pos]<br />I had a name for makin paper since paper mache<br />Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play<br />While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker<br />You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor<br />Went from God to God damn<br /><br />[Redman]<br />Damn God, you're killin it<br />Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it<br />Rap cats talk with no will in it<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Soundin like they virtual<br />This joint'll hurt you, yo<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed<br />(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job<br />Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's<br />of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees<br />who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes<br />You need to not get nappy with me<br />Or else we gon' &quot;relax your mind, let your conscious be free&quot;<br /><br />Chorus Three: Redman<br /><br />Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed<br />Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke<br /> - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Letra nueva de la canción
* - doing Run-D.M.C.'s &quot;Together Forever (Live at Hollis Park '84)&quot;]<br /><br />[Redman] *<br />Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled<br />Get your ass up, and let's get ill<br />That's right y'all, we more than rough, we callin your bluff<br />And when it comes to rhymes... (Brick City)<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Yo, don't scandalize mine<br />I spent too much time<br />Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk<br />Never fetchin for crime, halt! Who goes there?<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Yo, it's the squeeze of five fingers, puffin Smokey the Bear<br />Shinin black like Darth Vader caps, they on stare<br /><br />[Pos]<br />While we rockin it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)<br />Like the little ball inside the spray can<br />Providing three coats for both child, woman and man<br /><br />Chorus One: Redman<br /><br />God bless the God, lay these Streets Wall to Wall<br />It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click<br />It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br /><br />[Pos]<br />It ain't my fault your ass is on the ashphalt<br />Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see<br />I'm iced out like a glass of tea<br />Better yet, oatmeal cookies, y'all just rookies to me<br />Slidin' up and down the court, but I don't think you can D<br />Why try? Maseo be gettin high since Luke was Luke Skywalk'<br />Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game<br />Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug<br />A life filled with (*TWEET*) that's what thugs love<br />Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice<br />while it muffles your voice<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Now when I'm swimmin through the joint, I put the funk on hold<br />Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up<br />We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss<br />Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Most crews are post-current while we're forever<br />Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages<br />Graduated from the you-and-I-versity<br />of hard-hitters, for real<br /><br />Chorus Two: Redman<br /><br />I got niggas in the streets that'll blast your ass for the shine<br />And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight<br />Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if you're lovin our sound<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Yo, I swear Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong<br />I had plans to buy more land, plant corn<br />Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks<br />Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile<br />Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat<br />Big money's make the big decisions<br />Keep hip-hop alive, it's just an intermission <br />Back to the second half of the feature flick<br />Dick stacks and fuck rap<br /><br />[Pos]<br />I had a name for makin paper since paper mache<br />Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play<br />While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker<br />You don't make enough bread to soak up all your liquor<br />Went from God to God damn<br /><br />[Redman]<br />Damn God, you're killin it<br />Should incorporate it, invest half a mil' in it<br />Rap cats talk with no will in it<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Soundin like they virtual<br />This joint'll hurt you, yo<br /><br />[Dove]<br />Twas the night before Christmas and my crib got robbed<br />(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) They did a job<br />Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the CD's<br />of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees<br />who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees<br /><br />[Pos]<br />Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes<br />You need to not get nappy with me<br />Or else we gon' &quot;relax your mind, let your conscious be free&quot;<br /><br />Chorus Three: Redman<br /><br />Yo, where my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />To my women that'll throw they hands against they punk-ass man<br />Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed<br />Brick City go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!<br />Yo, I gotta catch a cab back to the lab so I can smoke<br /> - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
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