Lyrics:
to you and yours
My name is Ad-Rock, I'm from the B-boys
I go by the sign of, umm Scorpio
You know I rock ya' body in stere-ereo
Been down with
Libertina Grimm
Howitzer glare and spitfire blade
Wooed by Dresden serenades
Her soundtrack now a bombing raid
Bored of Vaudeville
God was six days
dress
I'll get a new hair style
I'll make a big huge rainbow and use chicken wire
And stuff it full of tisue colored by the mile
And we'll have
the corner, get to spinnin'
Please do not try to beef him without chicken, look
She wanna dance and shit, huh
But I do not dance, I tote chops
Ooh, hol'
Go getter, I be outside
Fuck the weather, I be outside
I keep a couple bands on me
I had to get 'em by my lonely
Go getter, I be outside
Fuck
chick a chicken
Cause she look like she got poultry around her thighs
To callin' your piece a chicken
Cause she got no teeth and she got crow feet
can't go)
Don C, Nigo, in the same row (the same row)
Ayy, I swear Paris will be prayed for
I need Casablanca by the caseload (caseload)
Silks with
whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial
Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles,
Heyyo it's ICEKID
Yeah
I go by the name ICEKID
I'm in highschool
I'm that kid that makes Every other kid wanna be ICE
My mama gon' tell me Wizzy my
come on everybody
Let's do this dance
Get out your seats and let me shake your pants
Oh, with the base cold thumpin' and the hihats snaren'
People are
matter
'Cos the girl who liked to chatter
Only came in at a tiny three foot tall
Still all the men would go insane
A chance to dance with her again
Would
Shoutout Mordecai, man he's so fly (yeah-yuh)
Fuck I'm high
Jacob Cowan never stood a chance
Sections and regions, call it the last dance
I'm going way too
As we were talking outside
It was cold
We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter
My wife is in the next room
We've been having
As we were talking outside
It was cold
We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter
My wife is in the next room
We've been having
to a b****bitch by these VV’s
She said she like the way my diamonds dance b**** it’s bling bling (b**** it’s bling bling)
Phone buzzing off the huh watch it ring
bands , make her dance, while she drop it low
Bitch, I'm just sayin', I run it like it's cardio
I've been that man, it's the hardest shit I ever wrote
of will, the sleight of hand
Movin' the river,
I'm turkey hungry, I'm chicken free
And I can't break dance on your knee
Movin' the river,
Bucket by
about
and watch me shoot you
[chorus]
I woke about 6 in the mornin
gotta get paid fuck moanin and groanin
hit the block get the truck rollin (rollin)
by
you
One of dem weak or in de dance kill a watch
Like chicken in my pot
Call dem with de champagne
Can't stop that's right!
Man of been to dem place,
It's a fuckin warzone out here dog
Double X
Oh my gawd is that Cloud?
By the way
By the way
They tryna hit my line by the way
I do this all the time
the funky chicken
I can't dance the funky chicken
I'm standing here waiting for you to come
In the sky some kind of strange
Sky phenomenon
I don’t milly rock
I don’t dance with them bands
I just diddy bop
Hunnit grams ona scale
That’s a dilly pop
Cirocs in my chain
So I diddy bop
Foot
know the lingo
But you'll learn their dance, ""By Jingo""!
Dyed and tinted Bowie Stars can ""Cha Cha"" all the way to Mars!
Oh how happy we will be
Just
the best grass, I ask...
Have you in your long-legged life
ever seen a watch surrounded by this much pink ice? (uhh)
Look but don't touch, muthafucker think
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