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Veronica featuring Fat Joe - Rise (1997) - With Song Lyrics, Video and Free MP3 Download.


  Veronica featuring Fat Joe ~ "Rise"  








Year: 1997
RecordLabel: H.O.L.A. 341031
ChartPosition: R&B #38, US dance #24, US #102
Writtenby: Anthony Moody, Joya and Myleka Thompson
Album: V...As in Veronica
MP3Code: 6gKduftzR7w

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I want the party jumping to my scene.
I gotta make it move you,
If you know what I mean.
Let's get it started, gotta stack the cream.
I'm making power moves.
Trying to stay on the scene, but
It doesn't matter who you are.
Everybody wants to be a star.
Rise, rise.
So get ready, 'cause here I come,
To represent where I'm from.
Rise, rise.
(Listen to me, let me tell you...)
I came to get the job done.
Hold on tight, 'cause here I come to...
Rise, rise.
All ride with the top down.
Straight hip-pop to underground, we...
Rise, rise.
And some might wonder
Of my capabilities,
But they won't hold me back;
Never throw me off track,
'Cause you know it's like that.
Make no mistake, won't hesitate;
No, that's not my style.
Keep on rising all the while.
East to west and southern belt.
Everybody like to party all night.
Won't stop till we get it right.
Rise, rise.
It's a showdown, can't slow down.
The time is now for me to shine.
Rise, rise.
I came to get the job done.
Hold on tight, 'cause here I come to...
Rise, rise.
All ride with the top down.
Straight hip-pop to underground, we...
Rise, rise.
Yeah, yo,
You can't stop my shine.
Don't matter what rocks you're buying.
I got the kind that blind,
Even when it's dark, 'cause I park the ride.
Spark ice with the fellas.
Half are jealous, 'cause of the cash in the Ellis.
Four hundred, y'all want it, but you can't get it.
Better forget it, and settle for a damn rent-it.
Any women in their right mind, gonna like mine.
He just rhyme, I got the pipeline.
So, I like 'em read to the bone.
Girl, I'll make you moan when your daddy getting home.
Hit you in the zone, now who the king of the thrown?
That be bringing their dog when you feenin' to bone.
Honeys be singing my song, hummin' the ad libs.
Some of the baddest mommies want me to ruin their marriage.
Joey crack is the true playa, the new mayor
Of rap, back with that ol' school flava, what?
What, what, what, what, uh, yeah.
I gotta break it down, one time.
One time, is here to blow your mind.
C'mon and let me do my thing.
Gone tear this party out the spring.
I gotta break it down, one time.
One time, is here to blow your mind.
C'mon and let me do my thing.
Gone tear this party out the frame.


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