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Nonpoint
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The Tribute - Album Version (Edited)
Come on, come on That's right, Nonpoint, Darwin's, Grimm in the house Lemme hear that shit Na'mean? Uh! 'bout to slay those fuckin' tracks Here we go, come on
Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin' like they are too good
There lived a little boy that was misled By another little boy and this is what he said Check it, me and you kid we gonna make some cash What! What! Robbin old folks and makin' a dash
Come on! Come on! Their jackets tied, money came with ease But one couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease He robbed another and another Michael Jackson Stevie Wonder Tried to rob a man who was a D.C. undercover The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic, he said I got you all in check
Come on! Yah yah yah yah yah Come on! Yah yah yah yah yah Come on! Yah yah yah yah yah Come on! Yah yah yah yah yah Come on!
When I step up in the place and yo I step correct Got you all in check I got that head nod shit that make you break your neck Got you all in check Well you know we come through to wreck the disco tech Got you all in check Throw your hands up in the air and never disrespect Got you all in check
Yo Grimm, whats up? Which muthafucka stole my flow? Eenie, meenie, minie, moe Throw them types of niggas right out the window
Blast your ass, hit you with a direct blow Blah comin' through like G.I. Joe Star Wars movie deal like Han So-lo Make you bounce around like this was calyp-so
Always shine 'cause I got the high pro glow You think that you can hide, you think you can lay low? Roll up on your ass like Hawaii 5-0 Back out, pull my dreads in my Kang-lo Forget that Moet nigga, just bash the Cisco! Yo, take a trip down to Mexico
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Come back with that shit that might make you psycho Maximum frequency through that stereo Sorry this is it but homeboy, I gots ta go!
Yo, where you go? Where you at? Bring it back! Big props to all my people on the hip-hop scene who going Fast than me with Abrushima my inspiration from youth Killa bee got lose, don't be teared Don't be mad, no, give it the truth, say
M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man Break yourself nigga
Hey you, get off my cloud Let me get raw with my southpaw style Mover, puffin' on a fat blunt from Cuba It's the Meth-Tical jet to Cal, I'm the Buddha
Monk on the hunt for machine gun foes I keeps you open like a slug from the shotgun punk Double barrel, yeah Meth bring it to them proper Partner, you ain't got no wins in me casa
Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up Took one, added seven more now you eight up Get on down with your bad self Get on down, listen to the sound, come on!
You will never get this whole commit legit See you all up in my dick But you don't know shit, uh-huh What's your definition of a real MC? For what you dedicated, ya it must be me
Meth-Tical, a lewd descendant of the loud hip hop I was on to the break of dawn and just don't stop Give me the green light and the sign one way At last, what you got to say? Come on
Move it in, move it out, stick it in, pull it out Shake it up, shake it down, come on y'all, Meth-Tical I hope and pray that I will but today I am still just a M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man
M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D D Man, M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man, M E T H O D Man Break yourself nigga, get the fuck off
M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man M E T H O D Man M E T H O D D Man Man, man, man M E T H O D, bitch!
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