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- Lalo Schifrin
- Henry Brooks
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Cru - Текст песни Straight From L.I.P.
Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 Aiyo we make it go woo, like Pete Rock at the track
 The C R U uptown attack
 Scandalous from here to now just
 Back up to the isle where it's ill like dust
 Now who's rollin' through? Nobody
 And yo who fucks with Cru? Nobody
 And yo who got bamboo? Nobody
 Aight blow the Lydians, gets the blunts and some brew
 Yo, I be in the staircase drinkin' beers
 Smoke pass while I freestyle for my peers
 Thought play ya front, with cars in they peeps
 Peeps askin' me for new Cru treats
 Junk like a skunk, mad wet, no doubt
 Go see my joint, get they back blown out
 Place L.I.P. the name Lafayette
 Lock it to ya brain, so ya never forget
 Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 Comin' from L.I.P., keep it real
 And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't stop
 Comin' from L.I.P. gots to keep it real
 And ya don't stop and ya don't stop and ya don't stop
 If you buffin', shippin'
 If you rollin', rollin'
 If you smokin', smokin'
 If you hit it, pass it
 Cru - Straight From L.I.P. - http://ru.motolyrics.com/cru/straight-from-lip-lyrics.html
 Yo, inhale the blunts that I got from Havana
 I'm waitin' till the tale like Burnaby in Tavana
 Toast with this butter, go to cook this
 To have ya head bobbin like a hunch born uckin'
 Yo, it's the island were Urban Knights dwell
 Few blocks from the number six train 'L'
 Can be a good stay in the hood way
 Or the fun can turn to guns and it could spray
 But that's the way of the concrete jungle
 Walk humble, ya be ready to gun bumble
 'Cuz it's real like that all around
 And the same thing applies when ya come to my town
 Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 Straight from L.I.P., he be, we be actin' fair
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 To the ghetto niggas and the kids on lock down
 I'm from the isle, I'm from the isle
 It ain't gonna rain no more, no more
 Well, it ain't gonna rain no more
 It ain't gonna rain no more, no more
 Well, it ain't gonna rain no more
 Knock knock on the door, it's the Mighty Ha
 The one that bring the hooks with the rugged and the raw
 I rest in L.I.P. and to my props
 Bring more noise to chip and glock
 Check it, word one, two check it
 Have ya head noddin' and for bag in the deck
 In the Bronx, L.I.P. back to rocks
 Bounce to the ash, like the [Incomprehensible]
 Chillin' with boricua sittin in Ferico
 Oh shit, now I'm on dito
 Shot to the head, butter lingo
 See low, head crack, L.I.P. hit bingo

















