One (Always Hardcore) Paroles

and the bass one, two, check
it's a mixture ruff to the core through
the texture come and get a taste
of the fixture
yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea,
I fell hardcore
yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea,
always hardcore...
want a lyrical sex ice
and the platinum tech
with a minute
in the game when discover
my necks you don't fret
me and my crew,
we are too H.O.T
for any crew out there or any M.C.
rippin up the B you want H.A.T.E
jealousy won't get you nowhere,
I'm H.P. yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea,
I feel hardcore yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea,
I feel harcore
yea-ea-ea-ah, yea-ea,
always hardcore...


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