Lyrics:
the media called it
But it’s breaking and now we gonna support it
Bboying that’s what the OGs wanted
Time to get it out for real we gonna support it
We keep
be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
My mic sound nice, check one check two
Everybody make way, party
land
This land was made for you and me
One nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
(Just, just dance)
(Let's play a love game,
Ohhhh everybody
we gonna make ya dance
Ladies grab yo man
by the han get up!
This is serious okyakusan
going delirious
and we want takusan
going delirious
cloud
To get my group on the double
And if you run your huge mouth
We put your crew in a bubble
Swinging two steak knives
Like a brute with a cudgel
You
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my
you
Mean? She shouts it out all of the time"
Y'all don't want me to rep
Y'all y'all don't hear when
I rep y'all cause y'all
Be dick-riding everybody
you see in me but let's get down
Come on and get down
I don't know if I'm gonna make it
But until we find out, watch me fake it
Come on and dance
Dance
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your
come through nigga down to bring the pain
If these hoes down to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros.
(Kici)
Now we chillin,
they tryin' to catch
Me 'Ridin' Dirty' I'm Chamillionaire
Now when you into guns like I am
You make no mistakes i got an SR 9C with two
Safeties but
be the crew that you wanna step to
Sisters with an attitude, now how my mic sounds?
My mic sound nice, check one check two
Everybody make way, party
free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
You've exploited and stolen the music, the moment
time for you to make a change
(Come on, get up)
Now I'm gonna make you dance
’Cause I know I can
Just by wavin' my hands, girl
Shake that body (Come on)
is sa-ra fam, now back to ma'am
I know that you can move like that I saw you dance
And now you you gotta show out, make me a fan
Turn up the fan, we
brother said you got two choices
You can attack them by me, or you can attack Them through money
Now, everybody's not afraid to kill each other
But we seem
to jack, I want you to know
We comin down bald fades, not afros
(Kiki)
Now we chillin, now we just leanin
And we comin up fixin to pop up on the scene
Just
Play a record by my favorite band
Jump up enjoy the sound
Show everybody how just how you get down
Get loose now, get down
Everybody everybody
my crew together
We rock n’ roll
Now we’re bringing you the remix
That’ll steal the show
We’re outrageous and fierce, Attitude and style
Remixin’
right, Money
This one's for you
Special dedication to the NYC crew
We didn't change much as you can see
And the beats are still hyped up by Hurby
In
don’t fake moves, I scrape crews
I make brothers break food just give me a
Beat with a bass groove
I’m mad funky ask the experts ‘cause I’ll
Make you bob
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
ghostly
Rush me, 'cause you ain't gonna live to roast me
I'll have my motherfuckin' ass kicked by Moby
If I let some bitch in the can like 'Bis cop over
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