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Lyrics for As The World Keeps Turning featuring Where by Dre Dr:
| | | Artist: | Dre Dr |
| | Album: | The Aftermath | | Track: | As The World Keeps Turning featuring Where | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 117 | | | | Lyrics: | 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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