Hey hey, ha ha say what say what Ha ha bust it yo Sometimes I feel like I don't have a partner Sometimes I feel like my only friend Is the city I live
was humble And why should I be? Niggas ain't good as me The best black champ we had in a while like Booker T One of the best, but overlooked like I'm
Drums please Summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is, the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm
live beef from the Pluriel I beef capeshe a few cats tried to muirelize me 'Cause I drive a fresh Benz and collect ends but I lost brothers Some best friends
woman on the floor Each promise was just one promise more Repeat refrain It's when teddy's ghost is on the roof Beatin' his drum And teddy's best friend
Man behind me you don't know Likes it fast better than slow Hates the lin drum It's his foe Drumming one man show He's no p. i. t. grad Rearranging songs
tell me where would I be, where would I be? Probably standin' on the hot block, sellin' crack rock Runnin' them streets, runnin' them streets I say my music is my best friend
nine shots in your window sill Or mill, to feel a gust of wind, I must've been worn Wit ten of my dusted friends i, I get up in you like keith murray
would I be? Where would I be? Probably standing on the hot block. Selling crack rocks. Runnin' them streets. Runnin' them streets. I say my music is my best friend
look like heaven in this hell hole. thats just how it is huh drop a little cheese on em. i see e on her i see me on her.Call yo friend a bitch ???? me
guitar Get your slimy seat off the drums Go and take a chair in the corner And wait until your time comes Maybe you're a wheel in your hometown Maybe you're the best
thanks to all the DJs worldwide CHORUS The music and the harmony, the family and friends It seems like when your dancin man, the feelin never ends The base of the base, the voice of the drum
Snuffy and Big Bird Big Bird and Snuffy, Snuffy and Big Bird Best friends Gabby and Miles: Best friends Baby Bear and Telly: Best friends Susan and Gordon: Best friends
I noticed that Salt was rockin' the hell out of some of you cats Then I decided to slow down the tempo to let you catch your breath So just wait for the drum
road Hide and seek till your mama called you home Sweet summer, yeah, I remember that Sweet summer, let me take you back Both our mom's were best friends
it, but Jesus won't change it Hold yourself responsible, on yourself you blame it You mad, nigga don't articulate in Sanskrit I.E. we best friends, speak best friends
Drums please, summer, summer, summertime Time to sit back and unwind Here it is, the groove slightly transformed Just a bit of a break from the norm