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Lyrics for As The World Keeps Turning by Dre Dr:
| | | Artist: | Dre Dr |
| | Album: | The Aftermath | | Track: | As The World Keeps Turning | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 118 | | | | Lyrics: | Featuring Where]
Intro/Chorus:
As the world keeps turning chronic keeps burning
(This ain't no) street sermon these niggas are determined
*Repeat*
Verse
1:Where
I flow like CD's in the deck
Moosh fools in the face that lack respect
Protect ya arm pitch from the funk
I deodirise the musty ya rhymes are crusty you
can't bust G
So leave me alone I'm in the zone
Walkin the streets on my own, nigga
get blown
Some niggas say that nigga Where is gone
But I'm low in the cut and gotta
microphone
Are you gone bust or play bones?
You motherfuckin clone, get off that
nigga's style and get'cha own
It's Miscellane and it's on again
For the niggas that
slept, they shoulda stayed in step
And kept ya big fuckin mouth shut
Chorus
Verse 2:Where
I woke up with a stomach ache, headache, back ache
Advil, Tylenol,
Peptol, slept so long realised my world is wrong
My world is gone like disco
Blowin
up Cisco and in my Cammo
Standin in back of me was my soul
Thinking of the easiest
way to get a bank roll
Knowledge is urban-able, exhaust manifold
A tar can of hos to
lubricate my system quick
Shaky bitches off the dick
Cos she got a vice grip on the
flow from my lips
I'm slow but equipped with the proper tools
Show me the one talkin
shit so I can drop a fool
I'm out to glow a nigga roll if he think he Mr CREAM
Come
back on the scene and smoke a phillie, G
I really dream of gettin mine now let me tell you
what's silly
Me, buckin with my team is murder one
I heard a gun bustin shots
(SHOTS!), down the block (BLOCK!)
I guess a nigga gettin what he got (GOT!)
Shit is
heavy like a medicine ball and broke niggas to smoke niggas
I'll fuck one for y'all, they
made ya last phone call
To a trick that didn't even care
Cos she was gettin fucked
somewhere, you're stuck in there
Now you wanna bust, nigga, now you wanna kill, nigga
(Nigga)
Nigga how ya feel? (Nigga)
You can't try to be real (You can't try to be
real)
Shit is for real
Chorus
Verse 3:Where
I'm cooler than most,
but I got the shorter temper
And I'm cooler than foes that don't know how it goes
Let's take it back to the first side
When you was a new jack and jockin my new track
But you was wrong, didn't know about the big long
Head-strong, nicknamed Dav from off the
school yard
Witta teenage group I'm turnin loots to tracks
Me and my niggas like
(These tracks are laced with bomb weed and tight
lyrics)
You wanna know what the hos
used to do
When me and my crew came bustin through
All sorts of blushins brew
(A neighbourhood find, a gift too swift, Miscellane is the crew)
Underground till my
brown eyed balls turned blue
This is for the bitches and niggas that wanna front
I
smoke on, I broke on till I spoke on
Miscellane packin shows like Farrakhan
Where is
on another level with two niggas that's on the same plateau
Now that's three times your
tightest flow
And three times ya tightest track, three times your fattest sack
Three
times is clever (BUCK!)
Chorus x 2
Outro:
Thou shalt rest in grief who lay
buried in the belt
Barely included work, leaves bodies scarred and hurt
To art in
hell, where the next man dwells
The place with stankin pussy and crack rock dwells | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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