Lyrics:
to stress
I'll have them folks cuttin a motherfuckin why in yo' chest
[Bushwick Bill]
I'm dyin to wet, any cocksucker, that fuck with Chuck
Cause you know
Resist every move they make by fulfilling our own hearts
Not by backing off and dropping out, get in there for a start
If you're looking for some
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
want me
Make a stand
I'm gonna take it like a man
Met a stray woman I think it was in Texas
She was made for those who'd pay
Gotta little drunk, I
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
parade high
Now you're free to fly
You've gotta lay that burden down
You're gonna lay that burden down
It's time to leave your burdens in a pyre
start up a rioting, try to stop it or silence it
You're not gonna, might as well just hit the block in your joggin' attire in
Boston, across
want me
Make a stand
I'm gonna take it like a man
Met a stray woman I think it was in Texas
She was made for those who'd pay
Gotta little drunk, I
I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
I'm gonna find my feet
Out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
fly guy, I'm in love with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by the name, Lois
a hundred bands on me
So baby tell me, tell me what it's gonna be
They say money don't grow on trees
But Mally Mall in this bitch with me
I can tell you're
said in a blog that you're
The one who started battle rap
And before that you smoked a bowl of
Crack and you dropped some acid
If you think you started
tequila shots still rocking my mask getting sloppy
Sike
I'm a professional. This ain't a hobby
If you're yawning, you won't be here in the morning
Appear
like they got
A lil Ape in (N) D
You get banana scarred and
You gotta use A-N-D
I'll have a shell hanging from his
Head like A Nigga Dread
So DNA
where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if
Girl i gotta leave a little some to have for myself
Said you didnt wanna go to texas but
He gonna cover the expenses, yuh
clready know you left your
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
up, I'm gonna find my feet
out in the middle of a big dance floor.
When I hear that fiddle, wanna beg for more.
Wanna dance to a band from a Lousian'
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