Lyrics:
somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?
Such a dog but still a cool cat
Been caught the vibe I'm just tryna get my groove back
This that kinda high that make you wanna do a two step
Got so much
never went
I get money, it get spent
Every dollar, every cent
I'm in a bad predicament
I just shoulda never went
Shoulda never went
Shoulda never went
I
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4, you better lock your door
5, 6, get your crucifix
7, 8, don't stay up late
1, 2, X is comin' for you
3, 4,
on it, you gotta feel it
Get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall, get your back off the wall, tell me
go round like we sharing the cents
Like Mary go round Not rolling a spliff
I'm tryna get it by the 1st and the 5th
So let me tell what the shit really
Block so check it
The type of thing where if you make the wrong move you get wet kid
with the technology, brought by the duo
Plus one makes a trio, that's
thought they can get my cool
Back to my days as a youngster
Smoking weed with my G's, gotta wonder
In the 'lac with the crack, with my OG's in the back
taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now, hit me
Yaaah!
Just hit me
Just start to chase your dreams
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
a hundred
Gotta let you know above it all I gotta get my money
And it's fucked right?
Got where I am I did work for it
Still would say I ain't hurt for it
But
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
know we coming down and
A nigga feel so trilla
Cause I'm coming with Big Moe, my Key-C and Poyo
I even gotta tight foot from the playa Joe
Man let me get
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
forget the rules
Let the music control your soul
Come on now, get it loose
Grooves that make your moves
Be free forget the rules
Let the music control
it might not might not might not
You ain't gotta lie to kick it
On God
We all know sometime shit get hard
It's ok to be fragile
Don't hide your
been arrested
Now your being tested
The beat is a sex fiend, you're being molested
Stead drum kicks like pistol in spinal
You gotta dance and get
I downed 6 bottles of your dad's white wine
Steal his keys, go for a joyride
And crash on the side of the local five guys
Still feel fine, get out
get to the point because time is money, guess I lost a dime
I can switch it up to one, two, three, four, five, six (RHYMES)
By the time you catch up
V1:
I used to be young and energetic
When it came to sex, I had to get it
Testosterone turned up full blast
How long will it last, harder than a cast
Ooh ooh ooh
V.O.M
And no I don't play
I'm a get it all day
Bad energy fade
Let me put you on space
On a beach house wave
By Balito round
love
Yeah I've gotta find your love
Gotta find your love
Gotta find your l-o-v-e
Gotta find your love
Gotta find your love
Tryna find
Oouuuu ouuuuuu
your way
That you really wanna stay
In space, funky space
Peaceful space
Terrible place
Wait 'til I've been cool
Hey baby, let's get in the groove
your way
That you really wanna stay
In space, funky space
Peaceful space
Terrible place
Wait 'til I've been cool
Hey baby, let's get in the groove
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