Lyrics:
Think so your mind isn't bodied by nymphos
With tricks sold by schools, mainstream news, 'n' radio
They trick folks into thinking scarcity not rich
the ground oh im in the paint shop now
Body work done surface smooth let's groove
Son of a gun grey spraying real soon
Undies getting locked n loaded next
life and make bangers that make 'em groove
They loved when I was rookie but hated when n*ggas grew
Cut couple n*ggas I honestly thought were coo
True
you judge a master by how he treat his slaves/I hear these niggas n can tell to them rhyming is just a phase/from a stovetop I could release a plague
in the p's
Was raised n surrounded by g's
cin't no comparing them n me
We different breeds
Im major we in different leagues
They far behind I'm in
Smokin' while I'm driving this a kush groove
Shoot up the party, that's how I crush grooves It all depends on a nigga mood, step ahead on how I move
Hot
the after party
When it's past 4
Didn't know she had the moves
Put it left right
Lemme tell you had this groove
Never seen a sight
Made a notion come
and stand clear
You can't come near this hot sylin
Groove by the kid who's smooth as a violin
Aso the perfect lyric announcer
On the set with a cold
freed the static 'n bounce back by spring
We do this thing for family.
hemppie n*gga groove
But I'll still twist a n*gga like a corkscrew
But I still finese n*ggas out they loot
Wanna play games that you know you'll lose
Stay
dudes)
Got the glue
N****s wylin Scrappy Doo (Like scrappy doo)
Scooby Doo
Tell me where are you (Aye yuh)
And I’m with the troops
Running trains all
town
And she said: ""Brown eyed boy
Play me a rock 'n' roll tune
And maybe there's a chance
We can dance by the light of the moon
Yeah, brown eyed boy
caught in the mix
Got that fresh gear on like we caught in the flicks
Grab sweeties by the waistline, rubbing our shit
Come on tell me that you like my
Get on up and dance
(funky)
Oh
Feel like I'm down here by myself sometimes
I'm ready to break this groove down
You're ready
So I'ma let
that moves me oh, it makes me move
Dis die woorde wat rumoer in die hart van die groove
Daar's iets primitief in 'n stem en 'n beat dis die eerste
Things, cripplin triple beams, dippin in different things by any n all means.
I seen a lot a hatred a lot a fake shit but I
Knew that me n you boo we'd
Earl ]
I'm the P-r-e-a-c-h-e-r, uh
Preacher Earl and I'm considered a superstar
Pick up the microphone and I proceed to rock 'n roll
By the time I
to lose
Let's get back in the groove
Repeat Chorus
I feel a rhythm between me 'n' you
No matter what I do - I do it with you
I'm so happy I can be myself
the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet???
Run-DMC ??? ???Peter Piper???
- ???Now Peter Piper picked peppers, but Run rocked
by the mundanity, these contests of popularity
What a grotesque society
It's the P-Ville to N.Y. drill, we keep it shy
Been pouring my soul in
a groove
Parliament tore the roof of the sucker
Issac Hayes was a bad mother...
(Hush your mouth!)
DISCO!
The sound of Chic, Nile & Bernard
Moroder’s groove
shit change about that. Haaaa!
Kick it like judo (I kick it), Take off go to Pluto
I've been riding round with a new hoe, She fucking up my groove (Huh)
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
gone be alright
Not trying to clip your wings
Girl let's fly
It's just what u do
Girl I'm in the groove
It's just me and you tonight
What u wanna do
Baby
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