W.A.L.E. - Miracle On U Street Lyrics
(Rick Ross Speaks)Imagine seeing a well educated black manIn a white man's all white suit, Tom Ford that isD. C. Where that go-go at?(Woman Speaks)Please join with me brothers and sistersIn extending a warm washington D. C. Vibration(Wale Speaks)Very happy to be here (goons in the mother*****ing sky)Drop![Verse 1]My percussion a loud level, yeahThat of which a lot of niggas cannot handle, yeahWho got this year popping?Shawty the Kerry Washington for so longThey probably cried scandal, WooSt. Laurent that's just to make it rhyme, yeahRichie Paul my number eight Lebron, yeahAll this balmain I have yet to wear***** your whole label these songs make me a label whoreStill got *****es in Landover niggaComing quicker than Sharapova hittinUh to my peers that fear no contendersSee the flow equipped me no coat in the coldest winterLook centerfolds give up their photos to meUh from the Vogue say to a nigga livingMoon shoe, who influence nuances they forgetting?Man I kick the flow, hit their hole like a returning kicker, nigga[Hook]Show me some love, Hey, Show me some love, HeyNight time man the moon show up (2x)[Verse 2]Ay look the percussion a loud levelThat of which a lot of niggas cannot get toI'll never be a groupie but we're talking who's whoIn this zoo I see a lot of cat foodRats delegating with pigsI've been relevant seven years boy this a career, FactsRalph, what do we have hereCouple of fruits with no juice, they never goin' peelThrough the struggle but never moved an onion, yeahManage sweaters I maneuver through weatherUgh, though a few said I was too suburbanKnew I'm fin to pop when you move that bubble on em regardlessBoy, I'm just getting money you just getting olderYeah, It's my time synchronize your rollieIt'll be, I'll advised to fight try to fight the homieWhen I own the ring, all the titles, and the *****ing promotionWoo, De La Hoya baby my face golden, Hold upAt the Hoya game with a straight roller, Hold upYou know we fussing a lot, all of em see you say you gotLets see what happens by the end of SomaThat's a muscle relaxer, and I shouldn't have to say itBut they dumb to me out hereIt's fun to be out here, we humble we not themHow can you run your city with such fumbling problemsShow me some love, Hey, Show me some love, Hey"Ay moe this ain't even mother*****in' on the Mixtape though this..."Night time man the moon show up"You know I had to let one go"
