beat of life?" (Do you dance?) (Beat of life) She says "Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life?" "Do you dance, do you dance to the beat of life
Fordítás: Bármi Box. Beat Of Life.
pop The first was the usage of an actual band, The second was a drum machine made by a man, The third was the human beats box and percussion The fourth
weed, in the studio, raping on this quality beat, im gonna go down in history, historicaly, they cant put me in a box i aint a quality street, i swallow the beat
is runaway with no conductor My verse is a box-cutter, stuck in your gut sucker All killer no filler like Sum 41 Where I'm from, where I'm at, livin' life
it anyway, Experience will make more sense than anything that they could ever say, Forever playin' video games until I'm sleepy, Tony Hawk's Pro Skater, please, you'll never beat
, Snoop Dogg to get it rockin' now Big money talking, Mayweather, Pacquiao Gucci soft up 'cause he can't hard top it now Now what you boys got a death wish I beat
I once knew this man who was cursed from birth Destined to stagger through at life just to earn his worth In one turn of the earth this story takes its
home, Trying to cope with everyday life, Who lives in a little house, That was built, in the middle of the street. "Hey, Mom! Tupac's on the juke box
come first? The universe contracts to sigh It's a half life with you as my quarter back A daft life It's a half life with you as my quarter back A daft life
yeah, The fevers gone I think I it beat The fever bite me, yeah it bite me But I been sleeping and taking things I think I've got it beat...
Mexican And on the drums is the one Chad Sexton Super phat beats that you just can't fuck with Doing the type of shit, gonna have a good run With the stupid motherfuckers and those party going thieves Living my life
s out in the place Takin' life as it comes, no fool am I I'm goin' off, gettin' paid, and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box, makin' music for the
out in the place Takin' life as it comes no fool am i I'm goin' off gettin' paid and I don't ask why Playin' beats on my box makin' music for the many
do it Kick that Willie shit well, cause I'm really gonna do it The voice of the hustlers, who else gon do it? Most niggaz is locked or in the box with
risks, playin' dice, screamin' "We hate life!" Gettin' this money, but we want more I see a lot of niggas beefin', but they don't want war I heat targets, anything
Cracked windshield has super glue Crumpled up cans and a beat up bag of red man chew Fix a flat, Jonny Cash box set Half a dozen parking tickets that
) Dale bozzio (vocals) Napoleon murphy brock (vocals) Bob harris (vocals) Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals) Harry: (to thing-fish) Anything you
