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just you wait and see
No more drinking till the dawn what will we become
Smoke until the mornings gone oh what will we become

So lets dance
Wo oh oh

or me toting a Nina?" No Simone
This a

Real life of a stoner
Face it by my dolie, my nigga, I've been a loner
I be smoking stogies about the size of my

Dance

Petra

Unseen Power

1992

Words by Bob Hartman
Based on 2 Thessalonians 2:15, 2 Timothy 3:14, Philippians 1:6

I've been to the party and I left alone
And I've danced with

and no one's there

Build a house then build a home
Do it daily
Build a Rome
Swing strings, the universe
Voodoo blessings say we're cursed
Nurtured by

They say that I'm the villain with minions like I'm despicable
I don't do Capcom, pull up with the street fighter
You such a pick me, nickname Peter

taste on men
i can notice by the bruses on her lips
if she gave me a chance i could take her to dance
and maybe be her man
but i’m not even her type, nuh,

Strip Club Luv

69 Boyz

The Wait Is Over

1998

dance for me
with a body flowing slow like a smooth poet
it tosses gave my mind like some cool more wet
and decided we together like the birds

paint the town
Ooh, you're good
These are my dancin' shoes
We paint the town
Ooh, you're good
Thought I would dance with you
Might get loud (ayy)

Leisureforce

Aesop Rock

Skelethon

Postcards from the pink bath paint leisure
As a cloaked horse through a stained-glass Saint Peter
Hack faith-healer, cheat death to the very end

going to take it
If she can dance, you can make it
She takes off her shoes and
Runs down the beach
Oh she's as soft as the night
You fall and she crawls

she got ah man she say he childish like Peter Pan
moral to the story he ain't getting no bands
course he mad she showin ass
Bangin on the door like he

Why Wouldn't I

Fabolous

The Desert Storm Mixtape: DJ Envy - Blok Party, Vol. 1

2003

and claws
The kid's been trampeled before by a tramp with no flaws 
That's up to they get cramps in they jaws
I keep kefs jammed in the four
Amp meter

address the nation
No matter where you are I'm sure it's still crappy
Worthless, but on the surface only you can make me happy
When I say, you, by ,you, I

ready ready man
Come put on your dancing shoes and dance
Give Him a glorious praise
Put up your hands in praise
I'm saying
Get ready ready ready ready

ABC by the Jackson, baby
It's where it all began in your music plans
You got up to dance
The way you move,  got me lookin’ at my shoes
Forever etched

Fold She talk to me, she must be bold
She wanna dance, she on the pole niggas ain't know I used to sleep on the

Floor It's okay, can't go back, broke
I

just get inspired, I come up with the swag
I don't need no stylist, I come up with the bag
Mama don't like it when I'm saggin' my pants
I'm sorry mama

Never stood a chance, so I had to take one
Never found my way, so I had to make one
Ain't talking bout no dance, when I say I shake something
Till

Black Stacey

Saul Williams

Saul Williams

2004

shoes, you thought it wouldn't phase me.
I was Black Stacey.
The preachers' son from Haiti
Who rhymed a lot and always got the dance steps at the party.

I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no hurt, ain't

Dance alone, with me shoes
No tiger, no lion, no elephant
Last day I visit into zoo
Zoo not like animal

Free you, I will like me
How me, vowed to be

keep dissin, y'all know what I do
Ayo, E with the Dot, shoot him out his shoes
And y'all dissin' on bro what y'all do?
Yo Move, shoot him out his shoes
I

Thats true
I want 4 rings on that coupe
I want it blacked out with the gold rims
Foot to the floor in Italian Shoes
Ice on my neck
Six figures and cruise

heard she got caught up with the rest

New shoes, I done Jimmy-ed my Choos
You can't walk like this, you can't even talk like this
I'ma boss-ass