Lyrics:
Drum Sheets

like an orchestra, oh I wanna lay you down just right and make this song complete Get you wrapped up in my lyric sheet My hearts pounding like a bass drum

(C. Kirschner) Produced by Curtis Curtis and Concetta (BMI) With Kool Keith Girl: Irina. Bass: Walter Sipser Shaker/Digital Scratching: Curtis Drums/Keys

Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet Ancient spells, yell durag sheet She rags sheet, jump on the jame

we end, these ends never end Counting dollars, popping bottles From beginning to the end How we do keep it true, VIP for the birds, nigga When from the burns play that drums

ya body like a drum All night long? Can I play with ya body like a drum All night long, all night long? Can I play with ya body like a drum All night

that, "No man comes" My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums Should I leave them by your gate? Or sad eyed lady, should I wait? With your sheets like metal

The night is dark and cold The strong winds and the rain Crack the branches upon my window The devils beats his drum Casting out his spell Dragging all

When the quiet evening comes, And the village softly lies Twinkling in the shadow of the mountain; When the twilight's muffled drums Play tattoos to the

's the fresh shit. the dope shit for 1993. tha Alkaholik crew. I'm gonna bust out like this, here we go, come on. King tee: Now bust it, I'm a try to freak it with the drums