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Get Your Groove On (Gianni Vaneini) · West End Records: Music To Get Your Groove On, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: 70s Back Seat Classics (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: 70s Smooth Soul (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: Funky Dance Party (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove On [Empire] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove On (5 Cent) · 10 Cent Wings (Jonatha Brooke) · Nah Go Change (One Cent) (Demarco) · Love is Blue/Cent Mille Chansons (Paul Mauriat) – and 90 other albums »


pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on 
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on 
Don't get moved on 
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your
Five on the low with the funk for your town
Down on the floor now let me see you move
This time tonight now it's time yo groove
Who got the champion
to get popped by a cop? 

Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot? 
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof 
N**** on my stomach see -
Five on the low with the funk for your town
Down on the floor now let me see you move
This time tonight now it's time yo groove
Who got the champion
it'll always be
I thank the good Lord I've got you
In times like these

The rich keep getting richer
The poor barely get by
Farmer Johnson says it's
the largest, hardest smartest label in town

Top Dog get down
Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around
The world goin' Kid Rock crazy
Wicked
toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town
Top Dog get down

Radio won't play me,
move

Move, move, move, move

Been waiting so long to live my, dream
Guess now I control the scene
From T.V. to radio to magazines
Backed up with
our government seems to think that there’s a difference
Between powdered cocaine and crack, for instance
You get five years for five grams of crack
But
the rest wait to pay y'all dues
Don't trip I keep my hoes in two

[Chorus]

Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
to the stoplight, I gotta have a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it

Yeah, this is radio station 187.4 FM on your dial
In your car up inside
The Police,
Come on everybody let's rock this place.
Put your hands together, y'all
Let's break: that's Sting!
Hit it!

Turn on my V.C.R.
Same one I've
got it

Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin played
On radio stations, clubs and on tours
And after every show I make three encores
Sleep
to get a meal

[Jurrasic 5]
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul
For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
Who that in my eyes some Clampett eaten away by fungi
Another virus disease, at ease, quick to lead a strike against Haiti
When half your army in
Slice, roast those big boys
Banks don't matter you will be destroyed
Up and down the rap world goes
The radio rotation dominated by your flow
But I'm
not to get laid
All across the country my records gettin played
On radio stations, clubs and on tours
And after every show I make three encores
Sleep
up in it we can make a video
But I got the radio bumpin' Jagged Edge by the bed
When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy
Come on and dip off through
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it

Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
For those in the past who dissed me don't deny it
What? Your sorry? Don't even try it

Word man
People are a trip
Putting everybody down what's up
a video
but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed
When you want to get up witcha cutty buddy
come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist'
One, two, funk igniter plus
(Yeah)
Comin' at ya at thirty degrees, Fahrenheit
(Ha, ha)

The heat is on your ears
Right now we gettin' ready
To get busy
mind
Forgot you even had a mind
'Cause someone told you it's impossible
To change your mind
A friend of mine made it to twenty-five
We had
Nice ]
I got a shitload of story tales in my sack
Please come in, hang your coat on the rag
While you at it, make my coffee black
So I can get