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Correct On Tha Ground Lyrics
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Correct On Tha Ground
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This is not those two dj's, not Touch, not Wop Not that skinny bitch Cameron although she's hot Not those brothers Tony, wanted to pop me in that movie Now I'ma claim that name, Diaz, y'all can sue me Any beat given to me, shit, I'll close it down In and out the booth, hot like we supposed to sound Now who holds the crown? Yo let's split it four ways I'm always, gonna be Spain and Norway [Petter (Rza)] Slicka upp sparka ner dessa katter blir fler Föare dessa snubbars problem Jag silar snacket på scen Det äare vad dom säger näare jag har gått Vad dom skriver på sitt nät Hur jag lät, hur jag var Vad jag sa, var jag bra Var jag keff, var jag deff Var jag aight, var jag tight Var jag nice, var jag bajs Var jag ingenting alls Var jag kung, var jag tung (fuck that shit) Om du inte diggar min stil man (nigga, fuck that shit) [Rza] Don't fuck with my money, son, don't fuck with my bitch Don't fuck with my lab and don't fuck with my whip Don't fuck with my jewels, my weed or my dip Or I might get the glock, son, and fuck with this clip Blast off the Remingtons, steel shots got you tremblin' Runnin' so fast you lost the tree off the Timberland's Flamed from the heat I squeeze, feel the adrenaline And we could bust shots like we cowboys and Indians [Feven] Yo Let the world witness some real shit 'bout to go down Rza program, N. Y. Mixed with Europe sound When it's laid, history already made We broke gates across waters, across lands, across borders Remember my name F-to the E-V-E-N Tell ya crew, tell ya school, tell ya next to kin In act two, this is my chance to blast thru And my crew G-F-X, yeah remember that too Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 4X) [Rza] Nigga-nigga-nigga what? Down here on the ground, we fuck niggaz up We break shit down, yo look The God Rzarec' is known breakin' Gucci specs Magnetic attraction to wizzes keep their coochie wet Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I'm a super-nova Controller of the lunar and polar, German luger holders Best to back the fuck up, my mag buckin' up The slugs could stop Mack trucks so don't act up Fatal guillotine carrier blast like the space harrier Sip of the blackberry, Berry I might marry ya [Diaz] There's a lot of shit that separates y'all from me I'm in touch with the streets, they reply to me If I'm needed by my people there's no why in me A real fighter, maybe there's a young Sly in me I'm like that Spanish Rocky, attitude a bit cocky Me around ya girl, y'all could guess where that c*** be Well it's not in my pants, not in my hands Y'all could look at it like, I make her hot in advance [Petter] Jag ser ett finger I ett publikhav Vi tar till publikhat Det äare alltid likadant, höare ditt prat I publikhav Jag klarar mig själv Fixar mitt shit själv Slashar mitt shit väl Drar in cash varje kväll Ständigt aktuell 100 decibel, debil, ikväll Gå på scen I ett svart klädesställ Jag äare som en grogg utan virke, bara ren jävla stil Jag äare som en hundra formel ett, fast I en jävla bil [Feven] Let me bring more, spit more, kick more shit I'ma hit more, stick more than Clark on dick I'm a bit more sharper than Bronco whips You talkin' this, don't underspeed the Miss that's killin' this Down here on the ground - ? (repeat 6X)
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