Lyrics:
Running alone, trapped in this world
Not your own, not your home
Pushed down in the dust, left by fate to rust
Feel the pull of the stars from
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
two, three, four
Get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
What up, everybody, so glad you're
When the lights shut off
And it's my turn to settle down
My main concern
Promise that you will sing about me
Promise that you will sing about me
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
that's what she is,
And when he finally saunters back at three or four,
Don't let him in, put the chain on the door."
But of course I'd let him in,
why work with
good time and a better time when you can have a great time!
And a great time is what you're going to be having today on the show because
two for the show
You got my beat, now here I go
You see, this DJ, he gets down
Mixing records while they go round
With the hiddip, the hop, ya just
by this young bitch, a dumb bitch
I offered her ones, she wanted hundreds
She don't even drink, shorty sips SunKiss
Caught me on the one on one, always
She took him by the hand and led him merrily outside.
They got into the chaise and sat down side by side,
Then they smiled at each other, ready for
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my
care when they do the least and
Every time I drop a new release
Gyallie pull up to my door like I'm Uber Eats, I flex
I let fool boy do the deets when
shit
I'm hittin' in New York, they love me down New Orleans
Popped in, did a intimate acoustic performance
Impromptu, we seduced them with the chorus
you're
Down with the C- double O-L-IO with the flow
I'm lookin' for the party
So let a nigga know
One, two, three, it's like A, B, C
If hip hop didn't pay,
That's how I raised em' Lord, them niggas crazy
D-boy D-boy D-boy
My pockets look Keloid
My dead presidents reborn
When I'm naked I got three arms
Prince of the ghetto
Ny3 kwaami ny3 shaami
K3 moko lu3 ny3 tsaami
K3 noko hu3 ny3 kaami
Gamashi eba shiamli
Hol' it down for the Ga tribe aka kpata ny3
to floss
But nigga if I get that tooth
Picked you'll be riding off
I make sure you never have no
Plaque when I'm holding you down
I send you to that cold
the dough
All you got is three niggas kicking at your door, ha ha
Here come the paramedics, here come the paramedics
It goes one for the ghetto, two
on an adventure through the making of
The album: Cherry Bomb take a seat
And relax
Yo, what up, it's Tyler
And I'm about to show y'all
What really went down when
I
inside
you count the seconds down
you’re listenin’ for the sound
but the world keeps turning
and there’s no place to hide
Time Waits For No One
a year
What
You
Want
Rock and Roll
- What kid, you think you can rock, but you're just another chump on the block tryin to clock bucks
- Best get used
young ladies just drop their drawers
and when they drop em, I don't kick em, check it
Like the Fat Boys said, I "Brrrrrrrr, STICK EM!"
From that
And you're halfway on your way to stars
And when you are young
You're holding to your heart
Preparing to give it
You don't keep it by the door inside a jar
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