When I picked you up for our first date baby Well, your pretty blue eyes, they were driving me crazy And the tiny little thought that was so amazing Is
I woke up early this morning around 4 a.m. With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate I pulled the covers over my head and tried to
crecen cada dia mas. Rescatando las raices puras de los reales dueA?os de la tierra nos volvemos guerreros urbanos y danzamos golpeando los cuerpos.
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to money then you die I'll take you down the only road I've ever been
It happened the moment When you were revealed 'Cause you were a dream That should not have been a fantasy, real You gave me this beating baby This rhythm
But she's a freak though She got angel eyes, wit the baby face But she's a freak though I want my momma and daddy to meet her maybe have my name But
Ay, I wanna see you dance like them girls in that Tip Drill video Ay, let me see you get loose Get loose, get loose, get loose Ay, shawty, you can get
T.I, you don't know me I'ma tell y'all sucka ass niggaz somethin' First of all nigga Look'a hear dawg You mighta seen me in the streets But nigga you
Cope the circumference to get the duckets When I touch this, deluxe this nycs throughout my bloodstream So when I steam, all I dream is cream Wrap my
(robert fripp) Instrumental
Heavy metal Cinderella Sudden death, now the thrill is gone Oh yeah Nice shot, you're a killer So what? Some like it hot, be the urban guerrilla Somewhere
of a drive-by I ain't ghetto, don't you know I'm urbanian Google me bitch, wanna know what my name is I ain't ghetto, don't you know I'm urbanian Google
(Dickie Peterson) Allllright! Out of a gun, You gather round Cold machine gun, Mighty round Urban soldiers, Combat back Send the men, Never let you
You know, I was looking at the condition of the world the other day Seems there's too much killing, too much dying, too much pain I don't know about you
High tech weapons everywhere We roll in the jungle In the middle of the field, they tumble Somebody gon' crumble after the rumble Urban souljah Head
High tech weapons evrywhere we roll in the jungle in the middle of the field we tumble somebody gon crumble mo tuhgs to rumble. repeat Hit it off capitain
All tracks by Urban Dance Squad Produced by Phil Nicolo and Stiff Johnson Engineered and mixed by Phil Nicolo Rudeboy: Vocal, backing vocals Magic Stick