Lirik Lagu Me Not The Paper - Jeru The Damaja
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreamsSee what I mean black? I gets the paper")
Microphone thugs flip keys and shitRemember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy?The mean streets raised meI used to live dangerouslyAdmist crack selling armed dangerous felonsPlus murderers drug spot burglarsNiggas doing anything to acquire that paperLive the life of crime but got saved by the rhymePeace to all my niggas doing time on top of timePlus the ones gunned down in their primeI made it this far because of divine designDiamond chains the sun still outshinesI get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wineAs long as there's breath left, I father the fatherlessIf shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chestDon't fess, we know why you rock that vestHard on records, but really pussy, check itI do this for me, and not the paper, strictly 100%
("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreamsSee what I mean black? I gets the paper")
It started way before Super RhymesPeace to mom dukes for enduring hard timesGod bless all the victims of my past life crimesI do this for the ghetto youth living like Good TimesFlipping rhymes saved me from the obvious trapsIn '97 studio hustlers puch crack on waxAnd breaking backs, but faking jacksIf it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust capsSo, destroy your people and collect huge stacksFat axe, and platinum plaquesCome bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshitGot the youth running around criminal mindedNot a player hater, just don't chase the paperGot a little deal so some heads caught the vapors
Microphone thugs flip keys and shitRemember the 80's when niggas was acting crazy?The mean streets raised meI used to live dangerouslyAdmist crack selling armed dangerous felonsPlus murderers drug spot burglarsNiggas doing anything to acquire that paperLive the life of crime but got saved by the rhymePeace to all my niggas doing time on top of timePlus the ones gunned down in their primeI made it this far because of divine designDiamond chains the sun still outshinesI get you drunk off my drink like that champaigne wineAs long as there's breath left, I father the fatherlessIf shit was real Brooklyn would snatch that chain off your chestDon't fess, we know why you rock that vestHard on records, but really pussy, check itI do this for me, and not the paper, strictly 100%
("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreamsSee what I mean black? I gets the paper")
It started way before Super RhymesPeace to mom dukes for enduring hard timesGod bless all the victims of my past life crimesI do this for the ghetto youth living like Good TimesFlipping rhymes saved me from the obvious trapsIn '97 studio hustlers puch crack on waxAnd breaking backs, but faking jacksIf it wasn't for contracts, they wouldn't bust capsSo, destroy your people and collect huge stacksFat axe, and platinum plaquesCome bring it back, rewind it that old gangster bullshitGot the youth running around criminal mindedNot a player hater, just don't chase the paperGot a little deal so some heads caught the vapors
