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We tackle rhymes like your life lays timeWe trying to get enough, we gotta fill upBefore it's all gone the song remains onUntil the beat stopsNever mind, no need to remindYou know who we be, yo it's the capital G'sPutting the P's in hip hopSaying, hi to the ho's who wear hardly any clothesHe is looking at youWatching you, watching me, the incredible MCChicks call me Mikey(Why's that?)'Cause I like they stare when I'm digging itAnd know they wanna try they like the way I rapThey like the way I chillCouple hours in a conversation, show 'em how I thrillI'm a one minute man, I lick it then split itEmpty it out, fill it in like the blank and I'm outBig Mike, that's right, give 'em something they can feelYo, I'm the top-ranked chief on the wheels of steelI walk the streets of LA and feel comfortableSongtexteMe and the homie make musicAnd they come in with bull so next timeYou got a rhyme that's blazing hot, throw it awayPeople Under to save the daySometimes it ain't timed, sometimes it can't beThis time we kick back and letcha conscious be freeThe music is playing loud and we never haveta leaveWe never gotta leave(We never gotta leave)Beautiful brown skin lady, ya move somethingMontego bay style, smile from the Caribbean isleNo fronting while we pumping the beatAudiophiles that jump in like I light up the seatWith the complete file scooters and 45s the palm treesRed stripe nights the calm breezeThe type to relax ease back to conceive waxAnd contact the origin of habitatTwo cats making fat, it's like thatWith a rap similar to a pitti pat of a catWalking the roof to make it back to the truthI dig crates for the late great existence of black platesTo booming the eighths on the floorThinking you want moreLeaving my mark like a doc mart on a wood floorIt's good for the soul like dinner witcha momsPeople under the stairs the duo who drop bombsSnares laid back like armchairsHit the beach I'm outta reachSo play my CD and let it teach the recipeHalf beatrocka, half tivity [unverified]Walk a fresh breath control like BinacaSometimes it ain't timed, sometimes it can't beThis time we kick back and letcha conscious be freeThe music is playing loud and we never haveta leaveWe never gotta leave(We never gotta leave) Aus Songtexte Mania