no place to hide

Description

Storm Play in Bklyn is set to a cool song by DJ Fresh. If you like tropical brooklyn rain storms... Here are the lyrics: It's like gold dust You hear me coming through your speakers You see me mashing up your airwaves I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like gold dust You hear me coming through your speakers You see me blagging off your airwaves I know you can't get enough of my sound There's no place to hide, so stop the fight, I'm gonna get it No use running from me, baby, you're gonna regret it I can't understand why you can free yourself and let it Go, go, go, go Got you in my palm, now listen good, you can't escape it Bring her to my world and we'll just see if you can take it Don't you be afraid, I know you're strong enough to make it Go, go, go It's like gold dust You hear me coming through your speakers You see me mashing up your airwaves I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like gold dust You hear me coming through your speakers You see me blagging off your airwaves I know you can't get enough of my sound Everything in your life you've been searching for's in this direction Come a little closer, don't you feel the intersection? We gon' take it down, and then we gonna keep you sweatin' Don't go, go, go Take a tour around, you never know it's nonexistent You won't hear it coming no matter how hard you listen Can't predict the hard way we bring our position Go, go, go I don't know where you are from, what you're running from, oh I don't know where you are from, what you're running from, oh I don't know where you are from, what you're running from, oh All you want from your present life Baby, put your hands up in the air, I know you like it Don't you fight since I can see how you're now excited Flying through the night, we're going up and tight it Go, go, go, go Now we got the style and energy that you desire Let me see you jump around, come with me, let's go higher Climbing up the speakers, we gon' set this place on fire Go, go, go It's like gold dust You hear me coming through your speakers You see me mashing up your airwaves I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like gold dust You hear me coming through your speakers You see me blagging off your airwaves I know you can't get enough of my sound You keep runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' And you're running away, away, away, boy You keep runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' And you're running away, away, away You keep runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' And you're running away, away, away, boy You keep runnin' and you're runnin' and you're runnin' And you're running away, don't go, go, go