Group 1 Crew

Group 1 Crew - Put Like That lyrics

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We like boom boom bang to the biggity buck

The buck stops here clearly we running amuck

But don't sweat my little red corvette

Is keepin' us all set to jet when they ready to forfeit

The new kings of the hill we don't play

Our savior he linked us with a major

And flavor we got Latino it's in our blood

Lace the track with adobo you know its good

Its group 1 we rock the party

Saved and we sanctified now watch me

Now Susanna don't you cry for me

We on they mind like a prophecy now come and get it y'all



[Chorus:]

Don't stop, baby don't quit

We came to rock the block and move it

It's non-stop with the heat that we drop we like

Goin' get it homy goin' goin' get it homy

Don't stop baby don't quit

We got the skills and we goin' use it

We make it crunk till the sun come up

We like, goin' get it homy goin' goin' get it homy



The streets quietly anticipate a new fate

To a culture that they used to love but now grown to hate

We showin' face and runnin' at fast pace to

Unlock a wrath this industry has to face

We've studied the maze from an eagle's eye

Soared over the stormed like stealth planes in war times

Hard times hardened our skin and each time we rise

Stronger then before and walk like giants of a modern time

Signed or unsigned we rock mics to survive

Entering an era where hip-hop has crossed the line

From street corners to show time to divine

Chosen before God chose to create time

I, sprint against the hands of the clock

Adrenaline pumpin' fast crew always ready to rock

We walk what we talk built or house on the rock

And watch how we spark a light in the midst of dark



We got the people shakin', shakin'

When you hear it there aint no mistaken -like woah

We be that crew that make you go

Nutty for the rest of our show- we like woah



They so shocked when we rock

And do what nobody else could do

It's true- we the few good men

Plus a chick that's sick and so classy

What have we here I fear, she's too nasty

Pass me the mic I write for all my ladies

So crazy our faith is so amazing

And cultivating a new breed of sisters

And hit the button so you could get the picture

Fix the status quo with our mixture

Sraight hit ya with words that paint scriptures

Soon enough we'll be runnin' the game

From the fame of my Daddy's name

It's all over




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Language: English

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