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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Juelz Santana
Juelz Santana
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
LaRon James
LaRon James
Komponist:in
Greg Green
Greg Green
Komponist:in
Seon Thomas
Seon Thomas
Komponist:in
G. Harding
G. Harding
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Heatmakerz
Heatmakerz
Produzent:in
Jimmy Jones
Jimmy Jones
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Carl Young
Carl Young
Mischtechniker:in

歌詞

[Verse 1]
Now once again, a deep thought of Aaliyah
Crosses my mind, I rethought that I
Seen her, all in my mind
Memories of Big, all in the lime light
All of the time, yeah, all on his grind, right
I'm blackin' out 'bout 'Pac
Blackin' out on them cops
Middle finger after blackin' out from them shots
And I go visit Shyne, in my distant mind
I tell 'em stay up, 'cause in there it's a different grind
I see Eazy and Jam Master laughin'
Big L still rappin' like it never happened
I got a sixth sense wit' me
God picked then sent me
To this Earth place to win in the first place
Visions of mommy on an island somwhere
Yeah, I designed just for my mommy, oh
My whole life is a blessin'
That's why I'm so nice, so right
Approach mics with aggression
I got the type of obsession I would like to progress in
I write about me and the life of my henchmen
I blow dice, roll twice to the deuce
That was nights, that was life on the stoop
This shit gotta change
Can't forget the hard white in the boot
Whit car striped wit' the blue
NARC's parked right in the coupe, damn
They ridin' 'round wit' a license to shoot
I'm ridin' 'round, no license and hoop, follow me now
Follow me down this yellow brick road
One-eight-seven, hello, every ghetto's zip code
I had to change my pace up
So I went left, while everybody went right
Had to switch the race up, now I'm better off
Met Cam, set it off, did the mixtape
Now look Dipset is off
Put the bid in Def Jam,  bet it all
First right of refusal, Dame wouldn't let us off
So we matched it, we signed labels with Dashius
Cam goes platinum, the set is up next
What, a double album, we set for the best
Juelz is the test, which is me, fail or succeed
Yeah, but still I'm here in the flesh
Handin' you breath
Mixed wit' a lot of thought
The Santana Robb Report
I bring you more than just music
I bring you me and all of my movement
I bring my whole life all in the booth, shit
And I'm all in the booth with the headphones on
The lights cut down and all of this true shit
Written by: G. Harding, Greg Green, LaRon James, Seon Thomas
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