We like boom boom bang to the biggity buck The buck stops here clearly we running amuck But don't sweat my little red corvette Is keepin' us all ...
We like boom boom bang to the biggity buck The buck stops here clearly we running amuck But don't sweat my little red corvette Is keepin' us all set to jet when they ready to forfeit The new kings of the hill we don't play Our savior he linked us with a major And flavor we got Latino it's in our blood Lace the track with adobo you know its good Its group 1 we rock the party Saved and we sanctified now watch me Now Susanna don't you cry for me We on they mind like a prophecy now come and get it y'all [Chorus] Don't stop, baby don't quit We came to rock the block and move it It's non-stop with the heat that we drop we like Goin' get it homy goin' goin' get it homy Don't stop baby don't quit We got the skills and we goin' use it We make it crunk till the sun come up We like, goin' get it homy goin' goin' get it homy The streets quietly anticipate a new fate To a culture that they used to love but now grown to hate We showin' face and runnin' at fast pace to Unlock a wrath this industry has to face We've studied the maze from an eagle's eye Soared over the stormed like stealth planes in war times Hard times hardened our skin and each time we rise Stronger then before and walk like giants of a modern time Signed or unsigned we rock mics to survive Entering an era where hip-hop has crossed the line From street corners to show time to divine Chosen before God chose to create time I, sprint against the hands of the clock Adrenaline pumpin' fast crew always ready to rock We walk what we talk built or house on the rock And watch how we spark a light in the midst of dark We got the people shakin', shakin' When you hear it there ain't no mistaken, like woah We be that crew that make you go Nutty for the rest of our show, we like woah They so shocked when we rock And do what nobody else could do It's true, we the few good men Plus a chick that's sick and so classy What have we here I fear, she's too nasty Pass me the mic I write for all my ladies So crazy our faith is so amazing And cultivating a new breed of sisters And hit the button so you could get the picture Fix the status quo with our mixture Straight hit ya with words that paint scriptures Soon enough we'll be runnin' the game From the fame of my Daddy's name It's all over
writers: JACK SHOCKLEE, JOSE "MANWELL" REYES, JOSE M. REYES, PABLO VILLATORO
copyright: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind