Lyrics:
to East Greenwich through
Every state with a sentence
Frozen weight in the cooter
Ten plates to soup ya
1 2's we oughta cruise right
By the state troopers
pieces that they finding
Got more bodies than Optimus Prime
And that wannabe killed, most of his kind
(Damn) against fo' tires
How you gonna stand on two
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
and Poo, he's steady jamming Screw
Two-tone, blades
Sipping, rolling with the whole crew
Yes that, Screw you, he's a diesel
Boy had a seizure
It's that '96,
can say or do
That could stop us my nigguh we breaking through
We rolling 2 by 2
In a 4 by 4
Got a 4 door
Sitting 4 4
Pedal floor low
Going vroom
Bang bang, the boogie to the boogie
Say up jump the boogie, to the bang-bang boogie
Let's rock, you don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body
don't calculate better odds
Sell our body, mind, and soul for a better job
We put in work but we getting sold by the hour
Our work is another mans key
she had been
Led straight into the DeKalb dressing room
Named for the street that bisects
A couple of local neighborhoods now
Populated by yuppies but
that stormy Cape will be his living tomb,
He's doomed to ride the ocean for ever and a day,
And he tries in vain his oath to keep by entering Table Bay.
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
stop playin' nigga, pass that lighter
My niggas, he got hundreds, we got hundreds
My niggas, half a B, we got money
My niggas, 2 Live Crew, shawty get
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
the line, shake your body on mine
Brra-dong, ba-dong-ba-dong-bong
Shake, shake, shake, señora, shake it left and right (right)
Work, work, work señora,
and
Step out my groove and let out my tools
The hammer kill, the hammer
Will make you stop
Drop and roll like you slipped
On a banana peel
Live by the code
drive a 5
Now that I got it
The hardest thing to do is stay alive
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To live fast
Get the girls with the biggest ass
the next nigga to
step get deleted by death undefeated ain't no
thang to put that body to rest chest
filled with smoke yokin' niggas up by the
collar. Follow
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
crew, flippin' over 62's
'Cause GED wasn't B-I-G
I got P-A-I-D, that's why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out
That's a
Body builder
Bodyguard
A body-shielder
Body work
Body art
Pause
For da pictures
Body flex
Slim waist
In mah jeans
See how
My body set
Booty test
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
activity
Man are like G G G but I done a man similarly
Work with the spirit's I done spiritually
1, 2, 3 let's go!
Silly choice, silly move, silly again
thoughts before raw backwards
And that's cool, but for this round, save the bull before you let the Jordan Downs and Jordan down
Now, as for the crew
Well,
With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag
MC's are live, but I'm mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than
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