100% Colombian - Lyrics

Up On The Hill

It's just a hill of beans to some
Bums talking 6-figure shit, while they taking their lung
See I grew up on the hill
But still I keep a ready
Had a mind of my own like West gave to Freddy
As Freddy got clipped, man, so did my youth
Spending nights with my rights, knocked to my tooth
Yeah, it's caught my soul
It fucked me up like vodka
Had me walking around mumbling shit like I was ladka
The Hill don't discriminate, they know who you are
If you make it over the edge then baby, you the star
The Big Top knows all the choices you chose
Both respected and feared by your friends and your foes

Now up on the Hill is where you find us
Yeah, up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the Hill that burns the brightest
Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill

And up on the Hill is where you find us
And up on the Hill that shit is timeless
Yeah, up on the Hill there ain't no contest
Yeah, up on the Hill, up on the Hill

Now go make your mouth in an anthill, sonny
You be dead by 40, but you make a lotta money
A shot clock is dropped, choose when you choose
And if you ain't up on the Hill, you lose
Now damn the jokes and damn the torpedoes
Live a life of your dreams, like Boz did Lido
I said Lido, who-a-oh
I said one more time, ought to get it
Now look up, look up higher and see
It's not as hard as you figured it would be
Now 2 tons, 2 tons lighter agreed,
Now - if it's alright with you it's alright with me

Love Unlimited

Barry White, saved my life
And if Barry White, saved your life
Or got you back with your ex-wife
Sing Barry White, Barry White
Barry White, Barry White
It's alright, it's alright.

Now I was watching Banachek
My mind's eye right back when I was a seed
and learning 'bout life
At night they came together and gave me sight
He said it's better doing this, than sucking on a pipe
Now when she came over, she brought the dis kiss
On and on, she promised to kick this
EWF, stole my breath
When he finished, there was nothing left

Over and over, 'til it's ready
Sing about it low and fat like J. P. Getti
We make it happen, ass slappin'
Sitting on the point to where you never catch us nappin'
CO efino, he got the money grips
No parking for Saturday night and the pips
The pips know the hymns, they singing along
Like knowing the verbs is gonna keep you from the twilight
Umm Do a little like that
Barry White, Barry White, You know it's alright

The View Belongs To Everyone

Paulie ran like hell, carjacked my mama's Pontiac
Dropped it off at the house, and he was sorry and he'd bring it back
I'm going to major league, I'm fighting a heart attack
But that was that, an hour to hack it's sack
Runnin', Kosky mooskered to the L.I.E
Traffic out the ass as far as the eye could see
Flip on the radio: 'Tony Ben BC, 3 men shot tryin' to free Gotti'

The View Belongs To Everyone (x4)

He heard they moved the Don out west somewhere like Oregon
Long live the king runnin' the marathon
He drifted back to 'Days' at the 'Opt-a-gun'(?)
Where the Goombas held the guards and did the pissing on
And now they ain't no mob just some criminal collective
Says Rooney in the right, got his ass re-elected
We esteem too easy, obtain too cheap
And we talk a lotta shit from the back fuckin' seat

Long live the King, but who would wear his crown
They're flowing like a stream, deep from Underground
Long live the king, but who would wear his crown
Can you get down, can you get down?

Korean Bodega

He got the pizza and brew, sensational
20,000 out on the street and accidental
Here's to the one, the one around my way
Giving love to the peoples, many hours, many days
See he is both the hero and the pragmatist
Doing push-ups in the back, and waving his fists
The kids from the school, call it subterfuge
Scars on his limbs he’s about to use

Korean Bodega, it's in my favour (2x)

See him hangin' on the street with the ill shopkeeper
Breakin' down a broken parking meter
Sprite on ice, fruit loops
And Jesse James gotta lot of customers but don't know their names
Downtown like Pit Street they run outta hope
They far from legit sellin' heroin and coke
He says you catch me doin' that you hangin' out on a rope
I got a Korean Bodega, my shit is dope

Back On The Block

I think about the block keep it close like treasure
Keep it packed away where no one come in to
Got pulled out of the mix like forever and ever
I thought you told me how you felt about it in your letter
But that is all behind me like Georgio Armani
I'm sipping Campari feed my dog salami
Never gave nobody up, I did my time I didn't bitch
Since I been back I heard you switched

But I'm back on the block and the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I'm back on the block and I barely believe ya
Yeah I'm back on the block and the air tastes sweeter
Yeah I'm back on the block

I remember the block and how it all began
You was a ramblin' man with a shake in your hand
Now, when they ran up Fisty cuts in the plan
One who does it, who you was
So you dropped it on the cousin and you blamed it on me
He said nothing to the man but he said something to me
One, two, three but still I gave him the fifth
But since I've been back I heard you switched

And she keeps goin' on and on about it, hmm hmm
And he keeps goin' on and on and on about it
And Joe Getty from the store, he keeps goin' on and on about it
He keeps goin' on and on about it.

10th Street

When 8 o'clock rolls around
and the same old shit is gettin' down
go to 10th Street, yeah 10th Street
If you don't want D and you don't want that crap
but you gotta get the monkey off ya back
Go to 10th Street, 10th Street

We got what ya need
I'll go back with much to many seeds
Up on 10th Street
Baby, baby keep it down
I believe I see the man

Look around as much as you like
Smell your bags and hold on tight on 10th Street
Yeah, 10th Street
They'll gladly snatch your cash,
Give you juba(?) shit and call it hash on 10th Street
That's right on 10th Street
Chorus

Sugar

Back in '78, I was a kid,
I didn't know shit and I never did
When the summer got hot, we prayed for rain
But since the lights went out I've never been the same
But when we got older I caught the guts
Livin' in the park with the rest of the nuts
But I waiver, I feel it heavy on my mind
A life-saver that's been there all the time

And she don't lie, she don't lie but I do
She don't know, she don't know what I do
And it play heavy on my mind

The booker got blessed on her date of birth
From Green Point Ave crossed to Benison Hearse
She keeps my family together, keeps my foes at bay
When she's chillin' off the leash you better stay away
I remember you and I, we used to chill on a stoop
Maxin’ and lookin’ without any loop
Now you got it going strong I feel long in the tooth
Now you got it going strong I feel long in the tooth
And I don't know what to feel anymore
But I'm trying, I'm trying to tell her
And I don't know what to think anymore
But I think, I think I ought to build myself up now
Chorus (3x)

Southside

On a night with no lights
They found a young girl's body
Jigged and beaten and they made it a priority
But the boys in blue couldn't solve the case
Because the girl that hit the curb didn't have no face
They found her on Delancey Street, Christmas Eve
No suspect sought, much to my relief
And I said wash your face little girl, for real
Pretend you came back with that mass appeal
Now diamonds for your pearl, clicking and heels
Shaking that ass for extra value meals
And down that part of town, that frightens the masses
Filled with mean motherfuckers and noxious gases

Delancey I love you, I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancey I love you, I need you
I miss you on the Southside of the street

They're all bums girl, they're all bums girl
They're livin' in their fucked up places
I'm talking murder, I'm talking blackmail and jazz
And guys with burned up faces

Delancey I love you, I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancey I love you I need you
Southside, Southside
Delancey I love you I need you
You're the only one for me
Delancey I love you I need you
I miss you on the Southside of the street

You know that you're the flower, baby I am Dr Pepper
I saw you on the street and it made me feel much better
I dragged him 'cross the ground to show him what he'd done
I seen an F' train coming, shining like the sun
Yeah I looked both ways before I pushed him in the track
I heard a scream, a crack and I never looked back
Delancey on my mind

We Are All Very Worried About You

5 to 7 minutes to go, can you feel this?
Your life on the streets is done, forget the business
You get what you give, another day another dead one
Picture me out on the edge with the half a tonne
Tryin' to move it on up, tryin' to move the fuck out
You ain't Billy the kid, you ain't no ghetto son with clout
No doubt you had it hard, just a shard from the mirror
That went out

Yeah we're all very worried about you,
Yeah we're all very worried about you,
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up,
And if you fly high again they gonna, bag you up,
And if you fly high again they gonna bag you up, bag you up

You was a little out of line but you acted like you cared
And from now on, your life, and his, forever bare
I'm out on the streets, hearin' bullshit for weeks
I think it's time for you and me to meet
And if it's all minor scales and the check ain't in the mail
While you feelin' like you failed, wind blowin' past your sail
Nice place to live now son, where you gonna run?
Understand where we comin' from, put down the gun

All For Self

Now I thought we'd come alive and
Stop all this drunken driving
You were the one who wanted to storm those gates
and kill those prophets that couldn't relate
But still you're the one who wanted to save your soul
With all your bullshit rock and roll
But now she hides her eyes
Burns her house and hopes she dies

Never gettin' my hands dirty
Uh-huh, uh-huh
It's not just for myself, not just all for self, no

I figured we'd move it on up, move it on up, yeah
Not just for myself, not just all for self, no
Now he put your hand in mine
Come daddy come show me a sign
Now what I do I do for youths
The white and the black and the browns and the blues
Now promise comes in two foot waves
The moving earth and diggin' the graves
Now he tried to justify it
But he'll feel better once he tries it

All My Time Is Gone

Like 9 till 10 love 5 point hit
All you had was your fist if it was in the grim
Some say they're ignorant
They leave a trail spend hard time in jail
And bang their girl through the mail
But now millennium where did the time go
And while the lines show Now sit dressed up before Geraldo
Now if you've seen hard times you're not alone
9 7 Hoboken upon your telephone

All my time is gone
All my time is gone
So familiar I hear the music in my head

(2x) Now I got myself in with men of respect
I might get off easy or get a broken neck
But when they find me I'll give 'em hell
Not form but 'cause I never fail
Like Rocky till the ring of bell
Hard times depression's curve
I think a lot about nouns but nothing in verbs
I wanna run, you make me stay
I secured the edge of the map until I get out of range

Big Night Out

Maximillian morals, difference in opinion
I was with him, he had 7 jack and cokes in him
They had platform heels, nose job bills
And some look like their ill with the fucked up grill
Supermodels on my 'D', 1 2 3
He said "2 for you, 2 for me"
Face like a saint, suckin' like a sinner
Cocaine makes you thinner, cocaine makes you thinner
I got supermodels on my 'D' (3x)
Like Roger Grimsby on eye witness news
Man he'll tell you the truth while he's singin' the blues
Just like Gasarama on Avenue B
He'll check under the hood, man he'll teach you Tai Chi
He laughed and with a gesture bought a drinks for the girls
He said "You gotta have the love in this fucked up world"
You gotta have the love in this fucked up world
You gotta have that sweet, sweet love
That keeps your woman nigh - ooo bop bop shabba
You gotta have that love, for the world
the world ain't what it's cracked up, get it cracked up to be - ha ha ha
Shoo be doo bop bop
I got Supermodels on my 'D' (8x)
Can't you see, can't you see
That I got a supermodel on my 'D' (repeat to end)

Mini Bar Blues

Now everyone is goin' out, but I'm stayin' in
You see I gotta nurse my lonely heart, with the mini bar gin
It's not that my baby is mad at me, no,
For doin' something wrong
It's just that I'm so far, far away from her, and I've been here for so long

So won't you please try and understand
That we ain't that kind of band
You choose and you choose, baby
And you sometimes end up with the mini bar blues

Now love thy neighbour and the children they flock
The suckers that she wag me baby are suckers that I Glock
See I'm the fire hose,
And everybody knows,
That I'll knock you down
And kick that ass
So when I go out on the town,
Straight out the ground
I ain't lookin' to get on down,
It's just one of them things that see, me and the fellas,
They know I'm so high they can't view what I'm trying to express through my music

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