| Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson
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| Call the fire chief to inspect the arson
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| Y’all got problems, Brooklyn is in the buildin'
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| We built the buildin'
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| Easy to touch but it’s hard to hold
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| Easy to meet but it’s hard to know
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| Paste this one across ya domes and spread it out all across the globe
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| Heat it up and keep ‘em on dey toes
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| I’m like the diamond in the mind, I was born to glow
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| Drop Paul on or off the roll
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| Freak daddy stroke long and slow, I break ‘em down type strong, then blow
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| Heading right back to B-R-O, okay L-Y and homo wild porridge
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| Streets without mercy, nights without silence
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| Lee without skill is like Gars without science
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| Jake without sirens, life without dyin'
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| I’m hot without tryin', ya heard it so now buy it
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| Joint come on, you start whinin'
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| Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It's the M-O-P, we gotta!)
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| Brooklyn is in the buildin', you got problems
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| (Ma friendly I have you)
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| Whole world from the native to the foreign, I’m up on it
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| I’m one hundred percent nigga, first fam' to owe me that’s behind me
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| We’ll fuck up a whole city like Rudy Giuliani, you plastic
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| You don’t wanna go at it, so (stop)
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| You ain’t ready for the aftermath, the matics are (pop)
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| I wandering with Y-H from the tri-state, ya violate
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| I just need to go _____ prostate
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| It’s the M-O-P
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| And we on the run for real, from the left to the ten
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| I bin hearin' you holla (gangsta) for fifteen years now
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| But when you went, well the shit went down
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| Come on now
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| We rugged rap singin'
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| Rob niggas for prattling and keep their rings
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| Tell your man, Bill did it he, he reeled with it, killed with it
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| Little pissed off homie take the loss, deal wid it
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| While y’all get it goin', we’ll get it done
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| A million and one, ma friendly, I had you faggots on the run
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| Streets are spawn and most of Mark Ronson (It's the M-O-P, we gotta!)
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| Brooklyn on the premises, you got problems
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| Ma friendly I have you
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| Whole world from the native to the foreign, I’m up on it
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| Yo, Ron Pharrell Pharell, M-R-M-D (it's the M-O-P ma nigga!)
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| You know what I’m sayin'
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| I wanna fly in the sky, let my lyric carry me
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| I’m gonna fly, fly, fly, fly
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| We have em' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Run, artist - Mark Ronson. Album song Here Comes The Fuzz, in the genre Танцевальная музыка