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Angie Stone:
Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm) (mmm) Ooooooh-ooooooh (uh mm, keep your) Yeah yeah, my brother Guru And Angie Stone (ooooooh-oooooh) And DJ Scratch (yeah mm mmm) Uhh Guru, and Angie Stone Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Guru: It's the, G-U-R-U, once again settin it off Lettin it off my chest plus, bettin it all Record sales, awards, accolades I'm, gettin it all Mad chips, right above my grip I'm, lettin 'em fall Who said the G-O-D wasn't comin to do his thing Who said the industry, wasn't gonna bow to this king? I paid dues stayed true so I, made it through If you handle your B-I fly guy you can make it too Your potential is infinite, be wise visualize witness it Why waste your time focusin your mind on limp shit? Angie understands me, and Scratch got my back So keep away from the fire, burnin desire, yo we got that Angie Stone: Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Guru: I've never been a, Stranger to struggle gotta maintain my hustle Used to let the anger bubble These streets can bring mad danger and trouble And I can do bad all by myself Do me a favor - don't be concerned about my wealth If you're one of my peeps, you're gonna know that But if I ain't feelin you player, huh My face is gonna show that So keep your eyes off my pockets Don't be surprised if I cocked it Can't outslick a can of oil, you never spoil my profits See how I'm flippin this here? Things are different this year Ain't got no time to listen to niggaz That be trippin this year Cause and effect, I always get, applause and respect When I rhyme, universal laws, truth and righteousness connect Angie Stone: You see the knowledge that I'm kickin's for you And there is nothin that another can do Try to stop me but I make it through Recruitin angels as a warrior I'm true People need people, it's true True pride will sustain In order to do what I do I can let you live With me inside my brain Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Guru: I've been tellin you, that there's war out here And I've been tellin you, that there's more out here So stop limitin your thoughts Stop reconstructin your plots It's more than luck it's an art No more, duckin from NARC's Haters stay at a distance, haters keep away from my fam Haters stay in my business, haters still playin this jam Mad Wisdoms, reflect the light of this man Some jealous rappers, tried to pick a fight with this man But despite all the nonsense, and false pretense I bomb this Peace to those I get along with, my real nigga I'm strong with And never get me twisted with no wack shit And all that foolishness you was kickin, heh I know you wanna take it back kid Angie Stone: Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Keep your feet, out my shoes A nigga like me done paid my dues Keep my comb, out your hair Unless you bout ready to take it there Keep my name, out your mouth Until you got somethin worth talkin bout Keep your hands, to yourself Cause I belong to someone else Uhh.. Guru.. check it DJ.. Scratch and Angie Uhh.. Uhhhhh, ooooh yeahhh yeahhh |
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Yea, I'm loungin', I got my man Donald Byrd
I wanna give a big shout out to my little man, Miko, he's 2 years old He's away visiting his grandmom but I miss him dearly Check it out If I rhyme this, you will find this situation shall advance You could take a glance or dance Elevator lyrics to arouse the crowd Now tell me who's the man to show you how Many legacies of brothers who get buzy And I do it fluid til the suckers get dizzy Saying peace to the blackbirds 125th street And check the flow that's unique For loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Can't refuse this, never lose this, it's the choice this 'Cause my voice is the smoothest Dominating to your boys 'cause I've been around doing work And sold tons of others jerk Donald Byrd word on the track, quite exact Giving you the format, Jack See we gotta pave the way and display How to loungin', loungin' Mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Peace to the pioneers but I gotta try to clear My throat, check out what I wrote You can't tap into this unless you know the roots Word shoe like light absolute For real so now you gotta know the deal For loungin', just loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin' mellow out, check it ou and loungin' Loungin', loungin', mellow out and just loungin' Loungin', loungin', peace to Brooklyn where I live Realistic, kind of mystic when I kick this You should witness the slickness Of the hornplayer and the dope rhymesayer Quite emotional and inspirational Philisophical and yes very logical Teaching you the method for loungin' Everybody knows they have times when they wanna just lay back Kick their feet up, y'know Listen to some good music and just lounge That's right, I said lounge |
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