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lips
The way that I 
I want to baby
I wish that I could be your man
I wish that you could be my lady

I could be sly stone of the family crew
I
Original performer: sly & the family stone
Hey! hey! hey! hey!
Music all night
Music's getting longer too
Music is the fire to me

I want to
I
Sly & the family stone
Why do you do the things you do?

Come on everybody!
Shake your booty
On the dance floor!
All night long

Dance
wish that I could be your man
I wish that you could be my lady

I could be sly stone of the family crew
I could be big Bad Daddy Warbucks
And love you
the mind.

The particles in the air
Each of each are holding hands.
The music sounding is their dance,
And in this dance is
More than meets the eye.
want to baby
I wish that I could be your man
I wish that you could be my lady

I could be sly stone of the family crew
I could be big Bad Daddy
alright, we give it room to breathe.
Time crawls by and time's real sly, 
but you can keep time with me.

Rock 'n roll music is the true religion.
Never
liar, tryin to come like you Earth Wind & Fire
Sly Stone picture with a DJ and a Numark mixer
Niggaz on Julius Earving dick, use a 76er fake Sir Nose
the crowd
He asked a girl if she wanted to dance
She turned up her nose and she told him "no chance!"
He felt rejected and stood by the wall
And wondered why
on
But will you be there by my side at the dawn
Then I'll say

All right, I give in
I will dance with you just this one time
And all night
We will
I'm so alone now
Turn to stone now
Won't someone free me
Love me or need me
Surrounded by lovers I stand apart
Won't someone hold me
When I am lonely
friend

Stetsasonic, the hip-hop band
Like Sly and the Family Stone, we will stand
Up for the music we live and play and for the song we sing today
whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial
 
Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles,
whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial
 
Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles,
whispers
Flex the muscles in denial
Up and down its pristine cage
So the music, so the trial

Vows of sacrifice, headless chickens
Dance in circles,
turned to stone by the family
It's now the dead speak to the living
Nothing left here but a raging blaze
I don't mean to wait too long

CHORUS
New York's
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Matthew 7:3,5, James 1:2, Matthew 5:16

Too many black sheep in the family
Too many stones from a house
Redneck Paradise

And the things we like don’t cost a lot of money
Good foot stompin’ music gets us by
Measure up our wealth in friends and family
them feel special it makes them feel strong

Now I got a click but it's more like a family
Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see
I write
exclusions, sucker groups to throng
It makes them feel special, it makes them feel strong

Now I got a click, but it's more like a family Not an ethnic trip,
tongue
They censored him on Sullivan
Now he's loved by everyone

Oh, there's an FM evolution
Country music revolution
LP, CD
Rip it from your MP3, boy

Oh,
4X]
"My drug music, theraputic to the user" - Mobb Deep
{*scratches*} Non Phixion - slam dance to it

(Verse Three)
I cop this buick with the seats
I'm heading for a life in the land of the free
Sending every penny home to the family
Off to find fortunes that can't be bought
Now Paddy's struck
the heartbeats of a huge dragon as he is drawing near
Everything wheels in an alchemist dance, where the symbols will become laws preserved
By a family of sages,
Redneck Paradise

And the things we like don’t cost a lot of money
Good foot stompin’ music gets us by
Measure up our wealth in friends and family