Lyrics:
on the town and get instantly clowned
You ain't gonna be a rapper, you're not a factor
You just a Kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor
Chasin' after bogus
on the town and get instantly clowned
You ain't gonna be a rapper, you're not a factor
You just a Kentucky boy, get yourself a tractor
Chasin' after bogus
honey
Let the rhythm get to the bone
Keep on dancin' baby
Let our bodies do all the work
Keep on grindin' honey
Let it turn you on
Mama always said:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Your life passes by
Your life passes by
1, 2, 3, 4, 5
Your life passes by
Your life passes by
Waterfalls, flow so deep
In my bones
of dawn
I'm the Biz Mark, and I'm a sure shot
All of a sudden, you you you you..
I got a friend by the name of Charlie
Charlie got a wife by the name
Crafty with the discipline, but loved her children
Drafty air whistling winters were bone chillin'
Serenaded by Def Jam and Cold Chillin'
Bonded
CHORUS 2x:
Turn up the headphones, turn up the stereo,
Let me live within the rhythm, if it's possible.
Turn up the headphones, turn up the stereo,
on our ass cause we did without a saddle
Aided by a crocodile bone paddle
Killing evil gotchis on the way
Most important MILFs
Cause it's all about today
tongue all along
She embraced you for a while and spat out your bones
They'll come for you all in the end
If cancer doesn't kill you by then, some other
weakening
Drained you, leaking
Your crews all heathens
Empire strikes back, here's heavy breathing
What are you meaning
By saying I'm cheating
The system
much fear their stomachs are a'quiver
Cause they know that Tractor Jack is hidin' in the bay
I'll jump the bridge and knock them cold and sail off with
on my playlist
Typin more rhymes in my mobile
All while givin credit to the Most High
Who controls our lives at all times
So I try to walk by faith
Shvvvr
Shvvvr
Shvvvr
Shvvvr
They came from the plains, fields
Tractors
Windmills
When the wind chill factor cracks the windshield
Facts
Now they
my tackle in her dome
Please put the crackle on the bone
If it's tasty then chase me and maybe, maybe
After wards I'll phone
Get it backwards
Please put the crackle on the bone
If it's tasty then chase me and maybe, maybe
After wards I'll phone
Get it backwards on the throne
That's reverse
stretches out east of town
The smell of alfalfa and the taste of dust
A far cry from living in the upper crust
Out by the river where the black top ends
eyes meet in passing
I fall into a dream
Caught in the gaudy net you're casting
Or in your tractor beam
In the penthouse
They're burning bacon
cnd
the loins of us
Our fate conceived of block by block and word for word we walk the talk
Hapless, every single one of us, we favor this in the ways that we
Cubone mistakes it for one of its friends)
(When Cubone mistakes it for one of its friends, it waves its bone around as a signal)
(When it waves its bone
Cubone mistakes it for one of its friends)
(When Cubone mistakes it for one of its friends, it waves its bone around as a signal)
(When it waves its bone
it easily
Time flew by, no weed, time to leave
It's time to get back to Earth at breakneck speed
I told the moon bitches that I'd see 'em again
My DJ's got the cuts and the beats are on
We're comin' with the limericks and we're comin' strong
And the rhythm's on time to every word and rhyme
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
That song made me fall in love
I was captivated by the rhythm
The beat kept me moving
I could close my eyes
Feel it in my bones
I fell in love when
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