
Let the Rhythm Take You 2nd II None (Ft. AMG)
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[Chorus]
Let the rhythm take you, let the rhythm take you
Let the rhythm take you all night long
Let the rhythm take you, let the rhythm take you
Let the rhythm take you all night long
[Verse 1: AMG]
Once upon a time, I had a mic in my hand
I used to pimp hoes, but now I slay niggaros
Up and down the A-V-E-nue
Straight out the concrete jungle, and CPT
Who it be? The AMG, hoes wanna know my name
My claim to fame ain't a big earring or a gold chain
I rock the sweet sweet soul things
Slims of the Jim of a true nigga, yo, how you figure?
My index finger's wrapped around the trigger
And suckas around couldn't swing on the playground
Step up, stay up, stay down, way down
D-A, D-I, double L-E
Back to the old school, with the new fool
TCP in the C-A-L-I
I'm from the Ville, nigga, so you can tell I've
Done a little damage in my liz-ifetime
Pin a tail on the funkiest tribe, I roll to ride
Back to the rigamarole, the rope-a-dope or whatever
A brother like G is coming mighty clever
Let the rhythm take you, let the rhythm take you
Let the rhythm take you all night long
Let the rhythm take you, let the rhythm take you
Let the rhythm take you all night long
[Verse 1: AMG]
Once upon a time, I had a mic in my hand
I used to pimp hoes, but now I slay niggaros
Up and down the A-V-E-nue
Straight out the concrete jungle, and CPT
Who it be? The AMG, hoes wanna know my name
My claim to fame ain't a big earring or a gold chain
I rock the sweet sweet soul things
Slims of the Jim of a true nigga, yo, how you figure?
My index finger's wrapped around the trigger
And suckas around couldn't swing on the playground
Step up, stay up, stay down, way down
D-A, D-I, double L-E
Back to the old school, with the new fool
TCP in the C-A-L-I
I'm from the Ville, nigga, so you can tell I've
Done a little damage in my liz-ifetime
Pin a tail on the funkiest tribe, I roll to ride
Back to the rigamarole, the rope-a-dope or whatever
A brother like G is coming mighty clever
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