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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
the slimmies in the cities that I rock
Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh,
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
[01:22.210] Wrapped around your ankles
[01:24.252] I'm gripping on your handles
[01:26.213] I'm hitting on different angles like
[01:30.315] 10 5 cent 10 cent
me deal with you? You's a trick
We both saw your mama get beat down by your pops
And saw your auntie get freaked down by your pops
And watched your
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
love ya
Or if you want to get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp
Know you always treat me right
clways been by my side
Rough day at my 9 to 5
cnd I don't need that tonight
Forget about romance babe
Tonight let's
grind
Do your thing just take your time
Do your thing just take your- your cent
(Cent) 5 cent 10 cent dollar
(Cent) 5 cent 10 cent dollar
(Cent) 5
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight, I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me,
like 85
Multiply that by 12, You 4 off, that's a little shy
I get money, cus I am the man, crossing out the middle guys
I'm hot as ice when it's 40
with the groove
Lights camera action, I get flashes
Roll the blunt, light it then pass it
Shit, it's potent on its on, baby ain't no need to gas it
You
a solar eclipse
Neat dude What’s your genre what’s your niche
Bitch I do it all at once on the same fucking album like it's
Picnic by the lake by the farm
rock
So uh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on
I'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, bitch
Shit, I'm
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
On the road I make moves
Checking out what it do
Natural flying altitude
I know she loves when I'm in the groove
She'll come for the cruise
Bet your nigga never
you know 'bout this?"
This some shit you get from twelve by tens
Many men searching for the same shit
And all I got is this love for the music, truth
five cents
It's seven, eight or nine, seventh time a month supply that
By fifty thousand, no more browsin', bitch I'm buyin' that
I'm ridin' 'Llac
to the groove
(Get your feet up on the floor now)
Welcome to the groove
(Be stellar with your stutter)
Welcome to the groove
(Melody is your mother)
Welcome
to get off house arrest nigga.
So you can run the fuck outta New York, you faggot
[Chorus]
Niggas tryna play the game with 50 Cent, 50 Cent, 50 Cent
and that's fear
Rappers get so damn pussy they gotta go for a pap smear
So Shyheim, if your down with the groove
Get on the mic it's time to show and prove
somethin' man, your ass is grown
Drug dealin' just to get by
Stackin' money 'til it get sky high
(Kids, sing, kids, sing)
We wasn't supposed to make it
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
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