It happened the moment When you were revealed 'Cause you were a dream That should not have been a fantasy, real You gave me this beating baby This rhythm
But she's a freak though She got angel eyes, wit the baby face But she's a freak though I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name But
Ay, I wanna see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video Ay, let me see you get loose Get loose, get loose, get loose Ay, shawty, you can get
T.I, you don't know me I'ma tell y'all sucka ass niggaz somethin' First of all nigga Look'a hear dawg You mighta seen me in the streets But nigga you
Cope the circumference to get the duckets When I touch this, deluxe this nycs throughout my bloodstream So when I steam, all I dream is cream Wrap my
(robert fripp) Instrumental
Heavy metal Cinderella Sudden death, now the thrill is gone Oh yeah Nice shot, you're a killer So what? Some like it hot, be the urban guerrilla Somewhere
, ah won't cha Google me bitch, ah won't cha, ah won't cha Google me bitch, I told her, won't cha Google me bitch Try to Google me this I'm urban and
(Dickie Peterson) Allllright! Out of a gun, You gather round Cold machine gun, Mighty round Urban soldiers, Combat back Send the men, Never let you
You know, I was looking at the condition of the world the other day Seems there's too much killing, too much dying, too much pain I don't know about you
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
High tech weapons evrywhere we roll in the jungle in the middle of the field we tumble somebody gon crumble mo tuhgs to rumble. repeat Hit it off capitain
All tracks by Urban Dance Squad Produced by Phil Nicolo and Stiff Johnson Engineered and mixed by Phil Nicolo Rudeboy: Vocal, backing vocals Magic Stick
Surprise, surprise, so you rub your eyes Never knew UDS, so cool as ice? Hear the vibes man, they'll stupefy Ducks, categories us as hard criers That
Mic checka checker, never hack a Story-observin'-time this time I ain't the wrecker Of brainpan, veins and there's a gameplan Grind teeth, in a small
Yo gotta bad habit But you hit it Comin' down yo block So uplifted it Showed me yo nose bone, big trick Burn up yo nose, you little maggot Close to a
like the girl janet Brotherman livin' slum, Eyes demand give me some, I crawl too for a fat cheque 'n income, Disbelief hissin', now think that I'm dizzin' Innercity, urban