Paroles de la chanson The Ride par Akua Naru

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Paroles de la chanson The Ride par Akua Naru

Who - Who - Who wanna ride with 'Ku
Experience rebirth inside the womb
Hip-Hop of the higher truth
Only the minds of few
Aspire to, behold what the fire do
Musical sniper, who?
Murder ya track like I'm hired to
Cause the man to supply ya too
So let me ride with you
I break terror like Al Qaeda crew
And walk smooth like I'm ridin' through
And hypnotize the room
Some macaroni as we drivin' to
I turn it out like MacGeyver do
Now hear the sirens boom
Rap from the gutter to the choir pew

Leavin' fermatas feelin' kinda blue
I got the... I got the...
I got the jazz like the Tribe Called crew
I cross covers like it's '92
And peep the science doom
From 8-track down to vinyl too
My sound swoop down to climb with you
I'm from the line that you -
Wack MC's step aside for 'Ku
I'm passin' fists with some violent views
I switch a side like ooh
Keep 'em on ... like Rose Nylund do
And doo-doo on you from the height of Zeus

Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em up)

Get your hands up
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
And just ride to this
Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em up)
Get your hands up
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
And just ride to this

Yo, Dig
We was happenin' since Raj' and Re runnin' 'em
Gunnin' 'em, off the stage revised the pun again
Known to tip the bouncer just to let my little cousin in

Old tan salons - but wait - I stay sunnin' 'em
Stuntin' with my estrogen perfume the room of punishment
Hip-Hop tourette fits a-fumblin' and mumblin'
I shapeshift and take the form of Susan Cunningham
Today I'm just cool - The self-governin' stop frontin' when
Non-profit MC's my mental state fundin' 'em
When I'm alone, I outnumber them
When I'm behind, I'm in front of them
They glorified sufferin'
Breast-fed the track
But they won't say I love it then
Property values rise the minute 'Ku stumble in
I smack springs straight 'till summer in
While your cats fall for winter wonderland
Wonderin' - why we were strugglin' to construct -

But since it's up again
Type to get on his lap - Bump and grind it up again
Make my man scream "Oh dear" like Mr. Snuffleupagus
Got heads from BK to Bangkok bumpin' this
Nympho flow - to let you know - who you fuckin' with
I'm the reason why Kriss Kross was jump-jumpin' it
Make hardcore thugs finger's snap, double-dutch and skip
Hustled 'em - Yanked a MPC chord from under them
Save the gun talk for NRA - But Charles and hustlin'
Keep the wack rap to BET discoverin'
We be the hip-hop behind the jungle gym
I - married the written flick by Charles Dutton and -

Hype the crowd up, and leave the stage like George Jefferson

Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em up)
Get your hands up
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
And just ride to this
Grind your hips up
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em, Grind 'em)
(Grind 'em up)
Get your hands up
(Get 'em, Get 'em)
(Get 'em, Get 'em)

And just ride to this

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