From a land that's never artificial
I'm bipartisan
Pardon my black pistol, that's for all'a dem
No discrimination issue, I just
Face the fiscal, year
I'm Gregory Hines, Ev is Billy Crystal
Runnin' Scared in over a hundred
Pair of Chuck Taylors
Hundreds in green and blue paper
Get money, bummy ain't funny
Pit stop at the tree spot on Bundy
Al Bundy, except I kept Peggy cummin'
Swipe game's up to par, naturally stunning
I had orders to roll up
A whole quarter pounder
With this bat, you won't hit a grounder
Chris Savage, one vice I manage
Just average, a day in Los Angeles
Dodger Blue, Rerun and Roger, too
What's Happenin' Now, Herut still rockin' you
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Everything I have, I'ma give you
'cept just a little
I'ma hold for the days when the rain hit you
I'm a drone missile, I'm a lone pistol
I'm from that, "Oh shit
Did you hear the gangster's whistle?"
See, I'm a lone papi, a clone can't copy
Just a sip of Patron and her warm body
Now that's the life, Johnny
I never liked the Giants
I gotta eat, stop, stop, nine times
Know how to pick 'em
My pedigree's a real tradition
Of having beautiful women
In various positions
In my circumference, I'm fit
I've been runnin' hundreds
I tried to bump your shit
And it wasn't runnin'
I'm a fade all day for this Herut movement
This true music is a vice, I abuse it
The local kush, the local push to the store
These locals wanna pull and get pull
Get good
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Let's mount up let's mount up
Let's mount up let's mount up
Defari - Mount Up Lyrics
Defari - Mount Up Lyrics
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From a land that's never artificial
I'm bipartisan
Pardon my black pistol, that's for all'a dem
No discrimination issue, I just
Face the fiscal, year
I'm Gregory Hines, Ev is Billy Crystal
Runnin' Scared in over a hundred
Pair of Chuck Taylors
Hundreds in green and blue paper
Get money, bummy ain't funny
Pit stop at the tree spot on Bundy
Al Bundy, except I kept Peggy cummin'
Swipe game's up to par, naturally stunning
I had orders to roll up
A whole quarter pounder
With this bat, you won't hit a grounder
Chris Savage, one vice I manage
Just average, a day in Los Angeles
Dodger Blue, Rerun and Roger, too
What's Happenin' Now, Herut still rockin' you
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Everything I have, I'ma give you
'cept just a little
I'ma hold for the days when the rain hit you
I'm a drone missile, I'm a lone pistol
I'm from that, "Oh shit
Did you hear the gangster's whistle?"
See, I'm a lone papi, a clone can't copy
Just a sip of Patron and her warm body
Now that's the life, Johnny
I never liked the Giants
I gotta eat, stop, stop, nine times
Know how to pick 'em
My pedigree's a real tradition
Of having beautiful women
In various positions
In my circumference, I'm fit
I've been runnin' hundreds
I tried to bump your shit
And it wasn't runnin'
I'm a fade all day for this Herut movement
This true music is a vice, I abuse it
The local kush, the local push to the store
These locals wanna pull and get pull
Get good
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Let's mount up let's mount up
Let's mount up let's mount up
I'm bipartisan
Pardon my black pistol, that's for all'a dem
No discrimination issue, I just
Face the fiscal, year
I'm Gregory Hines, Ev is Billy Crystal
Runnin' Scared in over a hundred
Pair of Chuck Taylors
Hundreds in green and blue paper
Get money, bummy ain't funny
Pit stop at the tree spot on Bundy
Al Bundy, except I kept Peggy cummin'
Swipe game's up to par, naturally stunning
I had orders to roll up
A whole quarter pounder
With this bat, you won't hit a grounder
Chris Savage, one vice I manage
Just average, a day in Los Angeles
Dodger Blue, Rerun and Roger, too
What's Happenin' Now, Herut still rockin' you
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Everything I have, I'ma give you
'cept just a little
I'ma hold for the days when the rain hit you
I'm a drone missile, I'm a lone pistol
I'm from that, "Oh shit
Did you hear the gangster's whistle?"
See, I'm a lone papi, a clone can't copy
Just a sip of Patron and her warm body
Now that's the life, Johnny
I never liked the Giants
I gotta eat, stop, stop, nine times
Know how to pick 'em
My pedigree's a real tradition
Of having beautiful women
In various positions
In my circumference, I'm fit
I've been runnin' hundreds
I tried to bump your shit
And it wasn't runnin'
I'm a fade all day for this Herut movement
This true music is a vice, I abuse it
The local kush, the local push to the store
These locals wanna pull and get pull
Get good
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Mount up, streets are bouncin'
Mount up, people bouncin'
Let's mount up let's mount up
Let's mount up let's mount up