Lyrics:
I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tour
Drug rap owner, you will rip all
Live like the pope, and get a big hall
Flipped them a claren,
I. The Healing Colors Of Sound, Part 1
(Instrumental)
II. My Shoes
[God says]
Melt the ice by summer
Turn the grass from green to gold
Live
get your groove on
And as long as I got your attention (Yeah)
There's a couple of new positions that I'd like to mention
Did you ever hear the one
at your worst
Crawlin' like a maggot out of they mind
Faster than a Go-Go forty-five
S is live, survive high with out a goddamn
Reason why basketball wives
Why stress? baby take time with it (x5)
Take your time (your time) with our love (our love) I know it ain’t right baby, but it sure ain’t wrong. You
no room for error, M see's will get dropped
Evidence of terrifying threats from heat pressure
Power by strong winds that blew rhymes off the dresser
My favorite song, singing along
You got it going on, I might make you my ring or alarm
Mesmerized by your mellow melody, you put a spell on me
We vibe
on six-thirty-five
Headed back to your home
We could prolly even hit the south-side
Or we can slide round to the grove with it
Too many patnas I got
Got gas selling by
Won't get caught for a thumbprint
The lawyer eat the case like roast
Deploy you and your boy
Ain't payin' one cent hide your charms
Firearms, will rip
this instrumental off the goose mane
Hot down, when I get with you we gon' do things New sound is continental to my new space
New dance tangled together
it's true B
Those times you fell might let you prove
Orrr maybe it's all that you got
Some really do fail n some wail or get shot
I'll be your transition
the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve
Looking like the Hulk
In thathoodie tank
On that creatine
Your favorite rapper 5’5
I’m throwing 225
About to weigh 205
Hercules to a harmless fly
Faith
throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
to your cries
But you can guess what his answer is
Get dry, then write
Smile
Let's get to the music
Right now with the situation gettin' better
So I'm doin' you things, holla
Yeah, 50 Cent, uh huh, check me outt
Now piece by piece we put it all
GET SEXY
(Written, Produced, Performed by GROOVE STATE)
Sexy dirty love,
Hot tight lover, oh oh oh
I need that sweat, to work it up
Shake your
on this journey with is (99 repeated in the background 6 times)
Get your briefcase, this is business (alright)
(1st verse)
Uhhh
Now it's the lens that you
nigga
You better say it with your chest lil nigga
You better get you a helmet cause fucking wit me you won't need you a vest young nigga
I'll leave you
got it
Get up everybody and listen to this rhyme
My name is Everlast and yo, I'm always on time
I got what it takes to make this groove complete
through your headphones and your speakers
Cause my Adidas don't run, but they damn sure groove
With a rhythm like this, shit, we all gotta move
Just
I'm sorry to you because you ain't a fan
Yuh Yuh
Making my beats by the time I was ten
7 am and they done overslept
We gon be camping better get a tent
To a funky beat to make you have a ball and
Jump, make you move your rump on the floor and like pump
C'mon don't be a chump, I see four and maybe five
parking and
It's that gangsta instrumental original indo
For the hoes in sexy clothes
They nigga never touched the bank roll
Lemme get that
Drop that
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