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Billy Lawrence, Rampage - Take It To The Streets (Official Music Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rampage
Rampage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
A. Colon
A. Colon
Songwriter
B. Lawrence
B. Lawrence
Songwriter
B.Reed
B.Reed
Songwriter
G.Underwood
G.Underwood
Songwriter
Roger McNair
Roger McNair
Songwriter
Rashad Smith
Rashad Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
R. Smith
R. Smith
Producer
Armando Colon
Armando Colon
Co-Producer
Busta Rhymes
Busta Rhymes
Executive Producer

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[Incomprehensible] Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on I got chicks in my livin' room shakin' they asses Flip mode get ya high smokin' Weed and Hash Yo, it's all about fun sex and drugs Makin' more money than all your rap thugs I'm seein' broads and panties passed around Rampage is the nigga from underground Sweet potato, kid crusader, I want a shorty like Jada Tits are off like a mile later So we can get buck wild, that's my style I'm in a mansion in strong isle Drinkin' Don P and Cristal, yo that's the spoke file I'm livin' like Adino Brown, bow down I'm the talk of the town, this is the low down My show down, you can bet all your chips I'ma take you around the world run up in ya girl Ramp's in, call me Earl, uh Brothers everywhere, it's sisters everywhere Rockin' to Ramp's new beat When I hear his music I can't help but get down like they do Upside down, I'ma turn it out, bust it out I'm the one you talkin' about Hittin' Hennessey with my peeps from Tennessee Givin' you a head rush straight to your dome I'm in the zone, plus, I'm sittin' on chrome You jealous, what? Take your black ass home Yo, spots been blown from the brown skin pretty tone I got it sown, plus, I'm bad to the bone It's hot to def, make you breathe yo last breath We could take it to the streets, we could call the ref Yo, I'm makin' mad moves that's way to the top Flip mode is the squad and the Ramp won't stop Brothers everywhere, it's sisters everywhere Rockin' to Ramp's new beat When I hear his music I can't help but get down like they do I'm doin' what I gotta do, I hear Charlie Rampage is the boss of New York Yo, I fill more fantasies than Mr. Rock Don't eat pork, rap is the game I start Keep it movin', throw yo hands in the air Shake yo ass like you just don't care Shake yo ass like you just don't care Shake yo ass like you just don't care Take a look around, it's plain to see that Everybody's bopin' to Ramp's new music in the street I hear music in the street and I hear a funky beat And I get down, oh, I get down Brothers everywhere, it's sisters everywhere Rockin' to Ramp's new beat When I hear his music I can't help but get down like they do Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on Rock on, rock on, rock on, rock on
Writer(s): Rashad Smith, Bertram Charles Jr. Reid, Galen B. Underwood, Robert Mchair Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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