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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

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St. Lunatics

Jang A Lang

 

Jang A Lang

(album: Free City - 2001)


[(Chorus Nelly) 2x]
If you like big thangs, put your hands high as you can
Get your shit man, make no difference from where you came, uh
I ain't balling out here, no, I ain't playing no games
I got a new name for niggas with chains, jang a lang

[Penelope]
Make way for the new breed bitch of this millennium
Stack chips, keeps the pistol grip why? 'Cause I'm offending 'em
Rocks nothing but Cavada shit, I'm the baddest
The ice from head to toe, with that plaid shit
Mo' potent than I cut cocaine, through your vein
Off the hook, take a look, I'm the chick, I can't be tamed
One name like the highest breed, papi capéche?
One drove home from Italy, is y'all feeling me?
Be a mistress to none, but all good to some
Let me break you off a little, show you how it's done
Eyes trip for this goddess, gambino got your funds
And some fish are coppin flights for me to Reno
I see no other way for me to tell you how I feel
You wanna stick and move now you're Fucking with the real deal
Hold still, let this lady let loose
Keep them chips coming nigga or your neck'll catch a nuece

[Chorus]

[Murphy Lee]
Now y'all know me, I like an old school Ozzie Smith jersey
Old school Jordans, head band that says "Murphy"
Stone washed, baggy as hell, double XL, with the sleeve off
On my way to drop a few G's off
Ease off, doing thirty-five, smoking fire, making a right
I'm doing thirty now, risking my life
Both clients on my cell phone, typing on my two-way
Rollin a blunt, still driving, lookin at movies
Young Dude be floating the city like cab drivers
Professional but still keep it real like Allen Iverson
I'm liver than Jay, Dave and Kathy and Regis
Been on more MTV shows than Butthead and Beavis
Keep a stash with the gas money, fast money, me and Slo Down, huh
We almost had to buy up the town
It's like a movie, oohhweee, doobies in a jacuzzi
Girls do what I say so I just tell 'em to do me

[Chorus]

[Keyjuan]
Ay, you know where my chains comes from, I spits fire
You know what them girls look at dirty, my big tires
My attire forty-two large denim, I sag in 'em
Dress eyes and ride hot rides and Jags in 'em
Let him talk his jazz, what's the tag gonna get 'em?
While I hit him in clutch time, roll up his dutch time
"No more herb", no such line, "uh oh" is my punch line
I'm hungry like a hobo standing in lunch lines
Crossed the gun line, boss, like Ray and Claud
I know niggas that make they money then pay they broads
I'm from the Lou, kinda new, I'm a make my laws
When I pull up on the show lot, it be, it's like pause
(Ay, where yo' Range at?)
It's outside you wanna clean it?
(Ay, where yo' name at?)
It's in The Source, you ain't seen it?
(Ay, where yo' chains at?)
You can't tell dirty, I'm sparkling?
Split it, fill it up, wrap it and spark it

[Chorus]

done

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