Lyrics:
press your sweet lips to mine
Then we'll dance to the radio, right up 'til dawn
'Til you drift off to dream in my arms
You might be hundreds or more
on
To the break of dawn
We probably drank to much, but
Oh my god I want
A little more get on the dance floor
Yo, let's get it on
And if you don't know by now we
the night alive and putting on a show
With a million stars and one good radio
Baby you and me
Have everything we need
Our dance floor is out beneath
run to your radio
Turn this shit off
Nigga didn't bother, so my father didn't help
So when my mom would beat my ass
She would always hit me with Gucci
talks like she walks
She bangs, she bangs, oh, baby
When she moves, she moves
I go crazy
'Cause she looks like a flower
But she stings like
haven’t done the deed, tonight we will
Hookin' up like dogs at the local landfill
Nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd, nerd party
Sounds like SpongeBob, dance like
no (Refugee Camp, the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Destiny's Child, we 'bout to set it)
You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no
no (Refugee Camp, the remix)
When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Destiny's Child, we 'bout to set it)
You'll be saying no, no, no, no, no
Don't get in my way
We got hack saws that smack jaws, betray me
'Bout to get you more
What you in this for, Ray? Chill
The official just late, give
played, get played, played a lot on radio
And also, and also, and also by some foul brothers
The Pease, the Pease the Pease Porridge never failed
It
lust, and hate, separate
Though the devil mind state blood kin cannot relate
No longer, brothers, we unstable
Like Kane when he slew Abel, killing
intoxicating our souls (ooh-yeah)
As we dance through the darkness, the fire takes control (oh-oh-oh)
We're smoking weed and loving life, no time for despair
the battle of the sexes
You want to treat us like bitches 'cause we're platinum when we flex this
With mic in hand, fans in the stands
We make a mill-ion
stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on
Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts
to float the hardest thing when you got trust issues
Cuh the last to take me in were the first to see me out
There's no love where I'm from
Outclassed every
I'll leave the radio on up high
And we'll dance in our dreams tonight
I, I'm gonna love you all the way
Through the dust and through the rain
Boy,
As we spring back to the past, it was all happening fast
We glorified coke and smoking crack in a glass
When b-boys danced to the latest jam
You could
that rap won't last
Radio was playin' it
Street kids were sayin' it
Soulsonic Force had the funk and
They were bringing it
Then we threw the Whodini
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
spark a dream
Even love that's misunderstood is just enough for a soul to redeem
Think I mean when I say
"Fuck what it means I live by my own schemes, we
and soul of the party anymore
And the birthday cake
Was baked to make you cry
When you don't wanna dance to the rock 'n' roll
That your radio's for
You
she looked pretty,
She gave me a stiffy I came on her titties,
Man I'm from the LDN where we're surrounded by gangsters and killers and roadman
a stiffy I came on her titties,
Man I'm from the LDN where we're surrounded by gangsters and killers and roadman and nitties, But shit doesn't scare me I'm
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