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and play with my controls
Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work me like a radio (oh, oh)

Turn it up, turn it up, baby
Work it 'til I start to groove, ooh

right (so right)
Laughing and catching all the city's groove
This moment with you, it's too good to be true (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Across the Shibuya Crossing, we

bag, in they feelings all day like Aubrey
Drake? Drake?
Who got bodied by Pusha T? 
Bro you wild, let me read the comments and sip my tea
Speaking

numbers
Stackin' that paper
I'm lookin' like Drake by the safe, yeah
I'm in ya state for
The feast, I brought all the plates, yeah
Gettin' my cake up
Life

Geronimo
Oppressed by this country, man they on that anaconda flow
Told life, look, not ready for divorce yet
Cash money blow, Imma hittem with a forecheck

the Glock I don't play with it
Niggas die by the Drac I got faith in it
Cut ya tongue out ya throat you couldn't say different
Leave ya phone out the car it's

promise
It's fine by me if you die by me
You know I keep the fire by me don't try my people
If I tell 'em to do it at 2:59 you gone die by 3:00
And it's

a princess Ann Hathaway
Going 220 on a straightaway
Higher then fuck in my Chevrolet
Bitch aye aye
Almost fucked up and let time go pass me by
I been rapping

to do when you get rich and
you can buy everything
Need me lots of diamonds with a nice house
I need mine to shine like a lighthouse I need the shit

by surprise 
Ha!
I know you want me, I surmise 

Round my body
Come rock my body
Come put ya body on me
And when you touch my body
Erupt my body
Feel

Joints & Jam

The Black Eyed Peas

These Are the Breaks

2003

groove it's got meanin' 
(a chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom)

Got the state's appeal with the joint's that real
I don't need no steel

the lean
Eyes look like I'm Chinese
Cutting these hoes
Like karate
A Hotboy smoking like I'm weezy
The drake right beside me
Trap star and they didn't

I need a holiday
I been goin' hard like there's somethin' wrong with me
Book a flight for Miami-Dade
I'll lay around by the beach naked
Sip on my

around June
My baby asked me where I'm going
 "Why you leaving too soon?"
Ice on my neck look like it snow when
I want P's in the room
Up the drake, get

you
Came back with the groove
Crossed the crossroads froze my heart cold different how I move
Waist on thinner
She be dancing on me can't lie got

However Do You Want It

The Game

1992

2016

a fucking mixtape
Use a Phantom in a drive-by nigga and switch plates
Getting the bigger pool the only way to diss Drake
And I'm coming

However do you

my mind is doing to me?

Shake it, shake it, shake it all, just let your hair down
Shimmy, Shimmy, Shimmy now just make it all count
Move it, groove

the long sleeve, bitch, get off me
The Louis tan and dark brown, it's peanut butter coffee
You don't think I ride with Drake, boy, that's where you lost me
I

to the Bahamas, what you want some chips?
Big Drake come with a drum, make a nigga do a flip
We be cracking card so really ion need the chip
Me and Lamar pull up

upon my dungarees
The winter's coming, bundle up
I'm trudging through the jungle weeds
And I don't mean the Thunder Fuck
I don't take some with me
I just

unseen, the tenants too relaxed
The standards have collapsed, they wrote me in with lames
They treat me like I'm them, they hate, I overcame
Refuse

the topic of yo group chat
You can't just tell me that you love me gotta prove that
Separated myself from the hate I got my groove back, yeah
I'm not here by

Chorus:

Bring that boom <(ya ya)>
Heads banging Bass 
So loud it’ll Brake that groove <(ya ya)>
Wired up Fuck up with my boys  ya 
They’ll bring

just wanna smack that ass, every time she walk by me
Do a split on this dick cause she flexible, she been doing pilates
Dare a nigga to try me
Cause that