| You better get you something a little…
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| You better get you something a little…
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| Fresh
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| Hot
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| Nice
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| Ill
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| Funky
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| Futuristic like… PROMOE!
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| Set it off!
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| Now this is just a likkle supm supm
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| To let you know I got supm comin'
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| And let you know I’m still up and runnin'
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| And let you know that the fire still burning
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| Just a likkle supm supm
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| For all my ruff riders to bump this summer
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| All my graff writers who bomb till sun up
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| And all my ladies let me see you push your hand up
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| Ram up…
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| Dancehall, roll call, stand tall, don’t fall
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| Party people get duttier than Sean Paul
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| Back that ass up — fuck that mash up
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| For all my people that never pull their pants up
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| Get your shirts off, I’m a kick a verse off
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| Something out of this world that you ain’t never heard so
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| Organize and harmonize
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| All my people rise so that we can live nice
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| And get just a likkle supm supm
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| We need a little food and a lots of lovin'
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| We need a little roof and some pots and oven
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| We need to tell the truth cus the future’s comin'
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| Right around the bend I count 9 times out of 10
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| With the right amount of strength pure righteousness will win this
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| Stumblin' problem — struggle in Babylon — government’s carry on
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| Crumblin' happenin' front of our eyes like
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| , Bombs over Bagdad
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| The White House wipe out, this is what the fight’s 'bout:
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| U.S. — no oil — tjicka tjicka — Lights out
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| People act blind run around with their eyes out
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| Heads off — screws loose, let’s off deuce deuce
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| Shotgun blast body swell up like cous cous
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| Love me good hotties from Bollywood
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| Incredible honeys in edible undies, but is he good?
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| Easy pops, the ZZ Top of hip hop
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| Has returned with another hit hot
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| Till death makin' ladies pull a little closer
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| Just like they supposed to
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| Baby give me just a likkle supm supm
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| You know we got so many little things in common
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| You know I love it how you always keep me comin'
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| Back for more of the sweetest lovin'
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| When there’s a war going on outside no man is safe from
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| We can run but we can’t hide forever from
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| George Bush & Tony Blair, IMF, the world bank who’s only care
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| Is to hold this here gold in their
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| Greedy little hands, somebody tell me why won’t they share
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| & give us just a likkle supm supm
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| We need some new leaders cus these ones be frontin'
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| They got hidden agendas ulterior motives
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| They be spittin' the venom & gettin' the voters
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| They got devils within' em that’s givin' the orders
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| We need a new beginning and a new world disorder!
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| Now this is just a likkle supm supm
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| To let you know I got supm comin'
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| And let you know I’m still up and runnin'
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| And let you know that the fire still burning
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| Just a likkle supm supm
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| For all my ruff riders to bump this summer
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| All my graff writers who bomb till sun up
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| And all my ladies let me see you push your hand up
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| Stand up…
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| Get up, stand up
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| Stand up for your rights
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| Get up, stand up
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| Don’t give up the fight
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| Get up, stand up
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| Can’t give up the fight no
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| Got to keep on fightin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song A Likkle Supm Supm , by - Promoe. Song from the album The Long Distance Runner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп