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[Esham talking]
Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the streets... [chorus] Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] Time to cook up, got the California hook-up My paper's stacked like skyscrapers, gotta look up 24 parlay, tryin'a do a show a day Move a-half-a brick of Yay, get the fuck up out my way OH NO, I don't give a fuck again Cock my UZI you might catch a buck, my friend Guns and grams, you know that's what we on Servin' Zips in zones, that's what we on Movin' bricks and O's, that's what we on Pounds of Kush to grow, that's what we on, Yo Summertime snow, that's what we on Countin' cash all night, 'til the early mizzorn Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] A-1 Yola, Caine and baking soda Takin' your orders, I'm the bolder promoter Went from rocks to 8 balls, half Oz's Full Onions to QP's, a afee to a half a B Now I'm in the streets of the D And if you wanna get money, then you're fuckin' with me But if you're broke and can't cope, write a suicide note Cuz if you come short with my money, then your ass'll get smoked I ain't no joke, don't provoke the pistol smoke Takin' penitentiary chances, livin' life with dope, bitch! Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? [Esham] Sitting down in a weight house, countin' the bricks Duncan-Hines, Betty Crocker, all in the mix Sara Lee, bake me a C-A-K-E Rollin' through your hood with my shit off safety Boomin' narcotics, Reel Life Product Through Hell I ball, in gasoline draws, yall Read fed magazine with teflon bullets Schizophrenic, Manic depressed, when I pull it Rubber band rapper, all my knots, sittin' in spots Duckin' from cops, still servin' when the block is hot POP POP goes the weasel, I'm diesel Stuntin' on these hoes, like I'm Evel Knievel Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? This is dedicated to the niggaz who been down since day one... A-1... Day one... A-1... Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on the street, what'you say son? Since day one, I been pushin' A1 Movin' Yola on these streets, what'you say son? |
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| 3:38 |
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10..9..8
Ignition sequence start, engines on 5..4..3..2..1 All engines running, launch commence <i>[chorus 2x]</i> I'm high up in the air, I'm feeling the turbulence But when it comes to work, I'm magnificent serving it <i>[Esham]</i> Street lords to my niggas, cheddar boy, clockin' figures Only fuck with the work, just to make my pockets bigger Keep my finger on the trigger, of a AK, Deliver One shot to yo dome, I'll make your whole soul quiver Shiver like the cold winter, like Detroit in December Yo bitch kept beggin me, to put the dick up in her She was riding on it hard, and feeling the turbulence I hit it from the back, but she said I was hurtin it She told me not to cum, right before I was squirtin it I fuckin' get up, right after I do my dirt in it I make the bed rock, but my name a Rita Mosely Whole ki', 36 Oz.'s, a little whoadie <i>[chorus 2x]</i> Reel life's my production, no you niggas aint fuckin' Wit' nothing that I'm doin' I was raised up in the ruins And I'm high up in the air and I'm feeling the turbulence Flying on my magic carpet rockin' a turban, bitch Droppin' bombs on mothafuckers well deserving it Comin through beatin' down the block disturbin' shit Esham possessed, by the sons of Saddam When I go to sleep, I dream about money, power, and bombs Bitch, you better recognize, the boss of the mob Niggas soaking all my game up, like Spongebob Squarepants I don't dance, I boogie, it's true I cut the head off the devil, and I'll throw it at you <i>[chorus 2x]</i> May-day, May-Day, throw the coke out on the runway If the D.E.A. come my way, they gettin' gunplay I'm doin' about 100, the wrong way up the runway I wish it was a Monday, but it was a black Sunday I was high up in the air, and feeling the turbulence Jumpin' out of planes, wit' no parachute, on some bird shit Flying through the air, with the greatest of ease Things fall to they knees, snitches tell the police We be high up in the air, and feelin' the turbulence Floating on the black benz, blowing the purple shit Just like the hood, when the ghetto birds circle it Infrared search light, I just might murk you bitch! <i>[chorus 2x]</i> |
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| 3. |
| 2:59 |
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(Chorus: Esham w/ kids)
(Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) Gotta..Gotta Gotta Have that Paper..Paper (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....Gotta have that Paper...) (Paper....) (Verse 1) Gotta get that feddy cuz I need it, that's why I stay heated Jesus save me, throw me down a bundle Wrapped up like a football, bet I won't fumble Stumble, I'm lying in the jungle, serving my "Bo-Jumbles" A killer where my gun blows, but I stay humble Watch 'em all crumble, "Baller" like "Motumbo" Riding with a bumble, beats causing rumble Hoes try to beat a nigga like a bongo Mixerman cook 'em in a pot like gumbo Specially when your pesos coming so pronto (Chorus) (Verse 2) Gotta get some purple is what I'm smoking, that' why I stay choking, locc'n English broken, all this papers got me open Get more papers all I'm hoping No need to say a word to papers, spoken Freezer frozen when I'm posing Passion, cameras, flashing lights and action main attraction Paper make everything better best believe it, and I love to receive it Billionaire baller status, the chief is still breathing (Chorus) (Verse 3) Gotta have that mucho de nero, and when I got it its to querdo Errday, allday, baby girl what you say I can't stay We can play I don't pay, keep me right around the way We can ride around the today, AaaaYo. HeeeyHo Wake up get ya cake up...bake up Only thing that matters in this life is paper, everybody got they own price for paper Chips with the dip grims when ya get more paper then ya even know what to do with So let me get right to it (Chorus) (Outo: Kid Talking) Dadda we gotta get all the paper That's right So we can have that lure jet And we can be on MTV Cribs with the mansion and the swimming pool This Lil' Tey Tey represent |
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| 5. |
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| 6. |
| 3:33 |
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| 7. |
| 3:15 |
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| 8. |
| 4:03 |
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(Intro-Jules' cold blooded bible passage)
(Chorus) Wicket! Shit I spit at everybody (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I bloody bodies, shoot up parties (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) The world is burnin; hell on earth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) It started since my date of birth (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) Though God bless, no rest for the (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I hear somethin come this way (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) On 9-11 doomsday (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) I look up at the moon and say (Wicket! Wicket! Wicket!) (Verse 1) Wicked shit, I spit it, come get it, who did it? Though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no clan Wicked plan, brainwash, radio program Pulled out my pistol and I shot the reefer man and ran Chopped his body up in pieces and put him in garbage cans Then I went to church the next Sunday and prayed for him I said "Jeepers creepers, I be my brother's keeper" So I blew his head off with a, a street sweeper Wicked shit startin off the blunt I was sparkin I had to shoot my next door neighbor dog, he kept barkin Kept me up all night when I was tryin write This very suicidal, wicked shit I had to recite Wicked walkin, wicked talkin, while the chickens keep squawkin Let my paper keep stackin, 12 dozen eggs is crackin This is ya brain on drugs if slippin on double doves It's wicked to kick it in the world so we bubble drugs (Chorus) (Verse 2) Wicked shit is dead-i-ly when murders my melody I'm paranoid for roaches; when I flow it's a felony FBI surveillance and the police keep trailin me Cause I'm G-O-D-L-I-K-E, that's what they keep tellin me I'm the one you see at night, I'm a psycho, wanna murder bite Headed right ya way, bitch, you gotta die tonight Horrified, fuckin terrified, you'll never breathe again Vultures circle in the sky awaitin ya end Like a fortune tellin witch, "follow me I know the way" Use ya head as a crystal ball, "I see ya dyin day" See I have insomnia and I'll never sleep again I black out then you black out when you thought I was ya friend Just when you thought ya life was comin together for the betta The wicked shit strikes again, forever it'll scare ya I hear some screams at nightfall, I see the fear in ya eyes I snap out of it but it starts again at sunrise (Chorus) |
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| 10. |
| 3:15 |
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| 11. |
| 3:57 |
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| 12. |
| 2:41 |
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| 13. |
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| 14. |
| 3:16 |
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| 15. |
| 3:58 |
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| 16. |
| 2:40 |
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| 17. |
| 3:20 |
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