Music is what we like to play Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, all day, all day, all day, all day To soothe your soul, yeah, yeah
Traduction: A été. Tous Day Music.
dead beat who wouldnt give a quarter to support her My money was gettin low And my patience was getting shorter Heard about his new gf and all the shit
day off Work around the clock my engineer getting paid off Rock like aesop Light the weed and take off So high I cannot see, adolf Now I got these rappers all
on the mic Because overall I'm iller than you all Y'all pussy Never ever gone for it all You scared of a little risky coaching call What happened? I thought you were the know-it-all
the sundial time for the drum Dum-diddy-dum funk coat has begun to the scales [Professor X:] Above all of [? ] I rise like the sun Like the moon above day
) Straight tatted up, no doubt, no doubt (Islamic, won't matter to me I'm a thug; thugs, we praise Black Jesus, all day) Young Kadafi in this bi**h, set
even keel and bow in place and face the music every minute Never could see my homey comin' till he passed funky gas by my way all the day I couldn't
all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music
all everybody talk about is who got beef Who snitchin, who told police Who came home, who still gone, who restin in peace Now they killin over music money
my trunk I'm lyin, I got a pump in my trunk Your dyin, how many lumps niggaz want? Who's ready for y'all? We ready for y'all We too incredibly raw, for
studio and a love of all sweet music we just cant let go So meditate on what we?ve all become on a cold day in springtime Civil War is what we were all
here, militant theives, pimps and pussies is on the prowl If they find you out of your element, they'll pick you out of the crowd Thang to do is face the music
it ain't nowhere to turn to (When all of this music shit play out and you trapped wid no way out) [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Now all ah y'all niggas tough Y'all
[Hook:] The souljahs marching on prepared for war The souljahs marching on prepared for war [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] The cycle continues look what I've
frontline warriors Whoever wanna bring the noise, talkin bout me and my boys Disrespected on a regular like a nigga got caught Well it's all about his Mo Thug music
soul would be saved I said I don't think so preacher I'll come back another day All I want, is to be a Rolling Stone They don't understand what we all
