Buddha Monk Lyrics

Buddha Monk Lyrics

"Crazy Cats Lyrics"

Things You Can't Do Lyrics
[Intro] Make it make it make it hot Yeah, ya know something? Ladies always saying, "I'm too old for you" "You're too young for me" But cha know something? Age, it really shouldn't matter As long as I know how to do it right You know what I'm sayin'? Hey man, kick the vers

[Intro: Buddha Monk]
I figure I give you niggaz this one,
drunk off the liquor
This is for all you crazy cats
This is how its goin down
I'm seein my shit *echo*
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?
Wha-wha-what? what?)

[Chorus x4: Buddha Monk]
Straight out the Zu of valleys and rats
Comes those crazy cats, those crazy cats

[Buddha Monk]
This ain't a normal presentation, an all-star performance
For all you non-belivers and Riker's pe-verts
Blinkin with the Monk will get ya swallowin ya pride
in chunks, while my flow just blows ya mind up
Get ya groove on on, but watch
With A Little Luck Lyrics
By Paul McCartney With A Little Luck, We Can Help It Out. We Can Make This Whole Damn Thing Work Out. With A Little Love, We Can Lay It Down. Can't You Feel The Town Exploding? There Is No End To What We Can Do Together. There Is No End, There Is No End. The Willow Turns His Back On Inclement Weathe
ya set
Mines on ya lawn, blowin up ya set
>From the gate, I drop smart bombs on the fake
For the most, I roast and toast a nigga in any coast
This vigilante, known to be drunk off this Hennessey
Fuck with me nigga, that's like you dyin in your own enequity
Zu ministry, back washed kins set the mind free
Come follow me on this journey as the flows reach the air breeze
B-U-D-D-H-A M-O-N-K, representer on the Brooklyn Zu thing
What's next? Brooklyn brawler, run for the border
And shit gets worse, once I drink the firewater

[Chorus x4]

[Buddha Monk]
It's the party master, rap slasher, bone cracker
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Fame Lyrics
Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow Fame, (fame) puts you there where things are hollow Fame (fame) Fame, it's not your brain, it's just the flame That burns your change to keep you insane (sane) Fame (fame) Fame, (fame) what you like is in the
om here, now and after, catch this Brooklyn Zu rapture
Thoughts travel from pions just to make you niggaz be gone
Only drop atomic bombs, pose calm, now bring it on
Your lame ass, I'll smack that ass, blast you quick-fast
You niggaz make me laugh, every time I hear you on the wax
The body catches whip-lash from the shit that I'll spit fast
It's gon' be the number one seller, played by my man Bobby Dash
You won't be next to flex this, Stretch Armstrong just blessed this
The lurch said I'm feelin it, Evil Dee said I'm killin it
The drug blood, I'ma smoke this one bud
and show my people out there appreciation for givin me love
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Ser Tu Pasi?n, Eres Mi Obsesi?n Lyrics
Ser tu pasi?n eres mi obsesi?n Numero uno en tu coraz?n No soy de aquellas que Siempre abandonan sin mas Oh no, oh No es lo que haces que me duele mas Es esa manera en que haces lo dem?s No soy de aquellas que Siempre abandonan sin mas Oh no Ser tu pasi?n eres mi obsesi?n Numero
BR> (Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)
(Wha-wha-wha-what? Wha-what?)

[Chorus x4]

[Outro: Unknown voice]
Power, equality, Allah sees equality
To the whole Atlas, this is from the Manchuz, God
All God squad, Manchuz and Brooklyn Zu, the Zu Ninjaz
I'd like to say peace to everybody in the World
Do the knowledge first so you don't forfeit
That devil's uncivilization, it's that trick-knowlogy that has you
You asked, it was many years before you were convinced to be even born
Born thru reality, Yacub's, no terminology or trick-knowlogy
Peace