Lyrics:
I never got to see you dance
I never got to take that chance
I never took you out
To see how you dance
I've been holding on for too long
I'm gonna
Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
mine
It's my turn now, it's my turn now
No one's gonna hold me down
See I was never meant to sideline
Feel like all my opportunities came at the wrong
the shit, don't even trip it
You never heard somebody bust like this before, our mission is just to get you on the dance floor, make you wiggle and jiggle,
a ten-bob note up his nose
Such a mean old man
Such a mean old man
His sister Pam works in a shop
She never stops, she's a go-getter
Takes him out
Bob?
You know what, they didn't do nothin'
But they charged me double for Sunday
Now, you know, no matter what you do
They gonna cheat and rob you
Swing hour for the steam punk dance crowd
I’m gonna, you’re gonna, we’re gonna dance
Till the sun turns up or we fall down
Sweet mangoes never did make me
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
who-who
Never been the type to bend or budge
The wrong button to push
No friend of Bush
I'm the centerpiece, you're a Maltese
I'm a pitbull off his
WINSLOW
MIXED BY: Bassy Bob Brockman at Big Bottom Music: Brooklyn, NY
CHIEF ENGINEER: Rod Steger
RECORDED BY: Bobby Sparks II & Rod Steger at Sparks
DANCE
It's hard for me when the sun goes down
Never know how I'm gonna feel
In this old broken down town
So many dreams I've been leaving behind
a lot more shit
Than you could ever fathom
A big-head nigga
Couldn't even imagine
The shit I do
Most doers never done
I'ma fuck this beat
Ya bitch,
a typhoon
And there I battled 1980's Iron Mike Tyson
He told me the world is a behemoth
And you're gonna get your heart broken over and over
Just never be
famous for claimin' a murder
That he never really did
Yeah tell these people all
The facts here really
How you ran your mouth and
Almost got smacked by
for me
She told me boy it's the bands for me
When I throw all these ones she gonna dance for me
SRT challenger might do the scat pack
Rollie my wrist
like this
Don't party like this
I bet your girls don't dance like this
Don't dance like this
I bet your city don't party like this
I bet your city don't
Word, back then I was going by Twenty Banz
At a time where I didn't have any bands
I was cappin' my raps full of many shams
Flexing my birthday money
girl.
It's 12 o'clock so she know, how I roll.
By one o'clock, she gonna take it to the floor.
Just like magic, take it down low.
Take me to your magic
dance all night
Naked in the street oh baby where's my pride
I'm gonna give you love gonna give you all the love you never had
I'm gonna give you love
clit on my clock
And my new shit rock (Yeah)
Cause they said Lew gonna slip
But he's not (No. No.)
Damn, I might not
Cause I just hip-hop
And I'm kinda
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
to make, like A-C or the drop
Are we gonna stop? Shit man never my squad go broke
Your squad arti-choke
Watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke
Ain't
say that miracles never cease
I've created a devastating masterpiece
I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist,
Everybody, I say it goes like this
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