Lyrics:
to party, got to have the move
So we'll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down and make you rock
to my nigga dre 10 million and counting
Who me
The Nigga that mixed it mastered it edit it wrote it spit it your kids spoke it
M3
Enoughs enough
You
by the end of day, better just say what you gotta just say
Or you best get out my fuckin' way
So whether I just gotta keep on diggin' up in dirt
Just
a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent charged
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
to party, got to have the move
So we'll get right down and give you a groove
For you to dance you gotta get hype
So we'll get right down and make you rock
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
get real close (real close)
Gonna groove my blues away
We gotta take it slow
Baby groove with me
Take me to ecstasy
Come on and chill with me (chill
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
there for me
You only stay just close enough so you can get some change from me
So when the money comes I'll give you my two cents it's make believe
Me
Hello, and thank you for tuning in to Braes Records Radio
Right now you're listening to Tropical Storm by JD Fuller and Kisatrix
And Young Subway
and you twist to the left
For every needle and a groove that let's a human connect
For the record, it's the music that you gotta respect
For every
hope it never slow up
I done came a long way to make it here
Gotta thank God that I made it here (yeah)
Respected by every hood, nigga, throw up
try to diss, your butt is on a meat hook
Want some of me? You're on a mission
Bad move, you end up missin
Let's get it straight for the '89 tip
Coming up in the world don't trust nobody
Gotta look over your shoulder constantly
To be a rap superstar
And live large
A big house
5 cars
The rent
gotta worry no more, cause I'm about to put one through you
I got a bullet with your name on it, coming through the radio
Sounds like I got an AK
ain't no tuition for having no ambition
And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home
So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
You gotta do
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Wait a minute baby
Wait a minute baby
Two strokes to the right
the cream and the cash, by any means I'ma mash
So go get my green out the stash, walk with that beam in ya ass
'Cause I gotta
Hit the block, count that
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
promise you, no substitute)
It's just me
And I goin' tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this
promise you, no substitute)
It's just me
And I goin' tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we could make this
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
Everlast is in effect
Gettin big respect
Then I collect big checks
1's, 5's, 10's, 20's
100 g's and I'm pullin honeys
Left and right, day and night
You gotta
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
You better get ready to move your toes
So get up,
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