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Jam Sounds From The Street

Sounds from the street Sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city Sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids

Sounds from the street, sounds so sweet What's my name? It hurts my brain to think Sounds from the city, sound so pretty Young bands playing Young kids

a big zero as a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds

sellers Try to say I'm wack, out on the streets While your whole crew is jockin' my beats See me on T.V. and in the papers See me at a jam, and catch

me, use me Show me how the T Dot rolls? My style is off the thermostat plus I'm comin' from the cold, yo What the chill? My nigga's in the street throwin

know you like to party and you wanna get on down Let me tell you baby that you come to the right town 'Cause it's party time you gotta get your groove on I know you wanna jam from

back Bring it back, me, Doc, America's blunted Not from there, but I'm Philly Most Wanted Drop and roll, when my biscuit boil Talk is greasy, tongue with Crisco oil Streets

town, big time sound just enough beat to get on down So, you other rappers listen to mine, you wouldn't catch Short Dog rapping nursery rhymes call my rap trash, jam

out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from