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sayin' oh we oh, we oh, we oh

You are now now rocking with 
Kidz Bop and the Kidz Bop kids
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Bring the action

Rock
it by the end of the song you won't get(you won't get it) real talk I spit it(i spit it) I got the kidz on lock and it's jus the beginning, let's go!
A message to the main oh, oh, oh
Yeah, seasons come and go but I will never change
And I am on my way

Oh Oh Oh Oh
(Oh)

Kidz Bop let's go?

Oh,
favourite track
It's my house, just relax

Welcome to my house
Come on, take control now
We can't even slow down
We don't have to go out (Kidz Bop Kids
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom

He sang Long Tall
He got a song to sing he got an axe to grind
He far and wide but still hard to find
He go wop bop a loo bop a wop bam boom

He sang Long Tall
And then you wait in the line
You got to fill out a form first
And then you wait in the line

Okay, a new kid in school
Got to follow the rule
You got
young and in love
And you're the only girl
I'm ever thinking of

We went down to the record swap
The kids were dancing
To the blitzkrieg bop
himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help
Tryin'
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, one love, one love
Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house
Bizzy Kid the Midwest Cowboy, is in
[Intro: Bizzy]
Yeah, one love, one love
Playalitical, is in the mother-kirrt house house house house
Bizzy Kid the Midwest Cowboy, is in
himself in front of a train
A mother leave her baby home for two weeks all by himself
Two years old, eatin' ketchup and mustard, cryin for help
Tryin'
sauces
Like an, autopsy leavin 'em nauseous, when I aim at your bosses
Put a pep in that bop that you walk with
While my tec spittin at reinforcements
We gotta teach these kids to say no to beef to live
Not by words, but by actions we can repeat the shit
Our brothas killing brothas
Because it only
Round the same time of that 'Blueprint 1'
And these beats in my pocket was that blueprint for 'em

I played my little songs in that old back room
He'd bop
the flow.

Fixin' test scores to get the best scores.
Droppin' banana peels all over the floor.
I'm the kid that made delinquency an art,
Last name
reapin up, and no keeping up with the Jonses
Long live P.E. and ban Guns'n'Roses
New Kids on the Block, stick to pop
No more making black songs, wack songs
Out, I doubt, no competition 

When I'm on the microphone you listen 

You're missing the point, kid spark the joint 

It's the way that you live, when
Whenever you empty your grip, dip

And get the fuck up out of Dodge
That's if you know, what's up, kid?
Niggas is gettin' Mandela time
Plus the crackers is