12.6.08

XR2

I love this song, the nonchalant flow during the verses, the beat is pure freshness, but the lyrics are kind of like a crossword puzzle. Check it out.


Where were you in '92?
Where were you in '92?
This is how we do in the XR2
The boys look fine, stereo's alpine
20/20, Thunderbird 12:09
Took a pill, good time, all the time 
Brick lane massive
We were like grime
Labyrinth, world dance 
Bagleys time
High-top fades
We ain't never paid
Roll-up jeans, E's, Lucozade
Versace jeans, chains and shades 
We roll in there like we late
DJ's, MC's, private raves
Keep it secret, light it, mate.
Whistle, whistle 
Blow, blow 
Here we, here we 
go, go...
Some of them drink Heinekin 
and some of them drink Bacardi 
Some of them talk a lot of shit 
and act rowdy 
Some say people follow me 
Some say people is the key 
When the music's got a beat 
then that's what gets me 
Some people think we're stupid but we are not
XR2 808 
MP3 MC8 
XOX the MC5 
MTV has ADD 
NBC and BET, 
BBC is OAP 
REM KLF 
IQ up the ICQ, 
CB4 CPT 
BBD in ATL 
PDD had BIG 
NYC had R&B 
OPP YRB 
TLC SWV 
JO. D. C 
XXX 
I heart you
S L 2 
Whistle, whistle 
Blow, blow 
Here we, here we 
go, go...

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