Lyrics:
we don’t have that luxury, baby
So go ahead and show your love for me baby
I know that this isn’t the last song
Not Jordan, this isn’t the last dance
I
as a motherfucker
And still the motherfucker you love to hate
But can't - because you love what I make
Now ain't - that about a bitch
And I'ma talk shit until I'm
another shot
Damn the music loud
I'm 'bout to mix it up and blend in in the crowd
Grip slip slide by the dance floor
Baby grab me by my hand say she
on a thousand
Black-bottom Jordan's
My soul black as organs
Of chain smokers in churches that sang hymns to organs
Ol' bae, looking for love but I can't
the history of music
By night, just to pay for that shit, you'd dance
To get your pants was a mission impossible
We were both the same age but I
Suppose
from inside
Party by myself I like
But I'm outside, in my clothing line
Doing my dance on stage I geek (Got geeked)
Mix Wockhardt and 'Hi-C'
Vision clear
random dudes that she met by the sea
Up in an SUV getting STDs
And the rest you see, is a life down hill
Couple drug rehabs but she'll do it till she
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
at your catalog for this year surprised you can shot that
Audio quality in '05
Artwork done by someone whose blind
Mix and a master cost you a 9
Didn't
you crazy baby I'm raining
Dem boys just drizzle
No mo trying to be Like Mike
Cause even Mike Jordan's two boys want to be Like I
All I ever hear
Lock it up, lock it up
Microwave, microwave, microwave (1017 shit)
Mop it up, mop it up (brr)
Do my lil' dance with this ho, you hear? (Well,
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock to this
My duns' heads bop to this
We stand out like a tourist
And make
Yeah
It's that war shit
It's that war shit
And you know what dun
It makes you sick to hear the mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world
away forever
While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
The knot
Take care of granny, she up in the hills
I won't see her stressing and tripping bout bills
You know when I love you, that shit you can feel
Can't pour
the chops and we throw hands
Pulled up on that pussy boy and we made him dance (We made him dance)
Look, I just got a bag up in the hills
I don't fuck with
no time to stop the rhyme but we need to go now
We drive the crowd insane with our hip hop know how
There's such a lot of love for the mummies, are you
for a brand new man who
Ain't always gotta sit down cause he can't stand you
Boo - this the brand new jam to dance to
While you givin' me "Head" like
or paste in vault
Yeah, huh
Is anybody here
No, better by my own
Tote, 45 for sho
For da low but cost to go
Told you, hopped the obstacles
Told me love is
I’m thinking god
(Yah dig)
You know you know ima floss
(You know)
You know I be switching up Jordan’s
Bitch You know that I ain’t finna argue
We mix our tears with blood
No clock will stop for us
It ticks by
We fight as hard as we love
We’ve got a vicious love
[Verse 2]
When I go out alone
heart if you will
We’d be sat by the hills
While we counting the mills, ahh
And this shit is not no rush
We got plans, don’t interrupt
She done told me
this my song
Can you dance wit me I did but it didn't last long
They way she grinding on me
I had to tell her I'm done playing games let's go home
Imma
the hand,
Now the party lit everybody on the dance floor
How can I stress when I'm too (blessed), can you keep up with my moves (step), said she in love
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