First Serve - Must B The Music lyrics

rate me

It's called must be the music

I do boom bap, don't do cool rap

Don't mind a little radio on my coon wrap

We do it for the love, yeah, the love of money

Use it to pay for food so don't go hung'y.

Do trips to the Caribbean, do skiin'.

Don't mind me, cause do it so free!

Want the good life, don't delay

Why put off tomorrow what I can do today!

Oh yo, been there, done that murder

Gun rap, pay dues don't pay checks, so run that

High hopes don't sleep, don't do cheap seats

Up front, on stage, where's the fuck that

Blizzed in diamonds, see me shining,

Dudes do they best to scratch the grinding

Better like who done it, so ya'll who won it

Don't believe the hype you simple Simon

Chorus:

Must be the music

Got me in a trance, making me high

Must be the music

No escaping this, don't even try!

Must be the music

Got me in a trance, making me high

Must be the music

No escaping this, don't even try!

It's them do's and don'ts

They're movin' the most

It's them do's and don'ts

They're movin' the most

OK do's, you love 'em

Tell 'em, hug 'em,

Make 'em high on life without having to drug 'em

Don't dare ignore them, lie 'em, bore 'em

holler at their sister, mom or cousin!

Do the dishes, but don't break the china

Don't make faces, especially not behind 'em

Don't get caught, she'll get support like

Late for her birthday, get it in the worst way

Wine, champagne, tickle her with bubbles

If she say do it, do that shit on the double!

Break up, make up, don't hold no grudges

Make sure you tell her if I her makeup smudges

Compliment her hairdo, fuck it more champagne

You need to do it before you get the girl campaign

Wife her, life her, exchange the I do's

Anniversary, don't let her remind you

Chorus

I don't carry no firearms

I don't carry that security,

The guns for hire arms

What I will do is admire my own

If it ain't my concern I leave it alone

(Unless)

It's a fly girl then I do the right thing, make it a night thing

(And do the do)

And if she don't refrain from the choo-choo train

We'll let it all hang, and she do the crew

(all aboard)

I do alot of things that don't make sense

What I don't do is ride the fence

Hence, the reason for the season

of the haters that jump on stage and get bathed in tomatoes

Do to the mic that we use to clash in

In comparison to us of the MC's trash

Don't got the skills don't pursue it

It ain't nobody else's fault

So don't do it

Freeze!

(when the music come back sing the chorus, please)

Chorus

Thanks to Katherine Carroll for correcting these lyrics