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Go Go Dancer [Radio Edit]

Carmen Electra

Everybody Get on Up

1993

Go go
Dancer, Dancing's all I wanna do

Caged in a
Rage, the beat hits
I step into my 4 by 6 cell now
Ahh sho'nuff in the house as I elevate
But

up wrong
Sometimes I play as a re-grimer
Sometimes I play hits on a bong
I don't wanna hear no shit out your mouth
And it ain't my fault that

screamin' why not
Reppin' my block to the casket
Don't ask questions don't wanna be asked
Move out wanna move beat of my own drum
To my own nobody reppin' me

She got designer on
Boy yo' mama shoulda swallowed you
Or kept the condom on
Plus I put her in that big house
Got her feet up
Gucci g'd up, Chanel bags,

can't wait to tax you
Yo, bro, bring a bottle of Delly, a pack of Backs too (roll one up)
Nigga play with us, we gon' turn him to a tattoo (boom, boom,

Anybody

The Procussions

5 Sparrows for 2 Cents

2006

i'm yelling at the top of my lungs is all void
if nobody pays attention at all it's just noise

Rez
they might raise there hands by the two's but

Step in the ring and I'll break yo
Ass up cuz I don't play clown

Yeah (hahaha) yeah, yeah
A'ight, yeah
I'm gettin tired of destroying his hopes
But

Niggas can't even play me
Rap on motivational 
Though the ratio often ain't on my team
Lean on me, ain't no sunshine when we gone
I need two phones

grave
If you really wanna take it there
Homie I swear, I’ll put you dead in yo place You don’t wanna try me with the rhymes
And possibly get embarrassed,

at it,
Dream of a patek,
Ima be hustlin work and no games you should prolly go play w yo papi,
100 round drum in my jaw if I drool you might think ya

hannin, forreal
Beat those drums

Soon as we lock up the pot, camera surveillance the spot
This overdue, them there was so overdue
Them folk were

on your bitch I don't text her
Fifty round drum so I'm having extra
Shoot his ass up now his ass on a stretcher
I just bought my shooter two black Berettas

like this
Keep a 30 round drum if ya man try sum
He a bum now he got no lungs
Heart so cold never need no tums
The bitch like gold but the bitch get nun

went and learned to play the drums
Cause rap got overrun by coonery and bums
You remind me of Tyler Perry, a tap dancing peach cobbler eating Sambo
(Who

one, two
911 a mayday, a mayday!
I think this game was too hard for you to play
Say what? So you think you deserve another chance?
Fine by me, but one

"Let's begin with a drum set"

[Intro]
Yeah yeah, well alright now
Check it out, it goes, well it goes, well it goes

"One, two, three, four"

[Verse

Where R U Going?

Grits

Dichotomy A

2004

Yo
You wanna know why we do this

We keep speakin' these verses
In purpose of breakin' curses
With persecutional surface keep tryin' to
Put us in

Where Are You Going?

Grits

7

2006

Yo
You wanna know why we do this

We keep speakin' these verses
In purpose of breakin' curses
With persecutional surface keep tryin' to
Put us in

where the poets is
Under some gutter, at the library, by the cafe, at the ATM
You know where the poets is
At the perfume store, in the buffet line

on and
Then he looked at me, crookedly
"I understood that if I'm sad
I shouldn't be"
It made me wanna go buy a guitar
Run and play the drums
Let the bass man

boyfriend name is Jimbo (Fuck outta here)
We don't play Nintendo (No no) 
I shoot you out yo' Timbos (Boom boom)
Mary, Joseph's, Jesus
I got demons in my