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a go tell yu something 
Hear mi 

[Chorus: x2]
Mi nuh wha nuh Man Royal gal, gal 
Gimmi di gal dem wid di real born serial 
Gal come a dance dress
the song

No one picks like Bill Monroe and don't George Jones sing great
I can tell that the people care by the people at my gate
Webb Pierce invites
guard down
By the time I turned around 
There was nothing I could do
I saw the real you

Why do angels
Dance with devils
Take the truth and
Mix it
done, you lived through you sons and your grandchildren
Jesus finally got his bride, mommy dance with em
And you've been my guide threw all the trouble
and recreate it piece
By piece you stand the same way and
Wear the same clothes but you don't see
The desperation and frustration underneath
The pose the real
see'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all
see'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all
Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
With straps on the back
She locks the bedroom door - lies face down on the bed
Hears voices down the hall - are they real or in her head
Pictures on the wall - reminders
way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music
Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week
Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman
I'm losing my mind in a record amount of time
Is it all in my head?
These ghosts in the hall ways, and mirrors, and under my bed

In each town I
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
so it's going to be  louder now I figure
So uh, so everyone must know this shit by now, and uh,
What we done is took all our favorite parts,
Put it
the hall and bid your farewell,
Get ready for the cold.
It's the witching hour, its pumpkin time
And the stories are bing told.

And you're plotting
the mental patients dance
Doin' six and seven, steps ladies yells dance
Upside downside with walls flyin' through the hall
Mr. Reeves/Mysteries with yellow
these 
Blocks that rock so many 
Wanted by most ain't touched by any foes 
Inside circles 
Attacking like packs of real sick dogs 
Running wild, crazy
do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see
A ragged suitcase in his hand, he steals silently away from the circus grounds
And the highway's haunted by the carnival sounds
They dance like a great
I'm losing my mind in a record amount of time
Is it all in my head?
These ghosts in the hall ways, and mirrors, and under my bed

In each town I
Yo, that's before, the Wu got on, him and Allah Just'
And RZA, came to the Island one morn'
A nigga could dance to slow music, outdrink any nigga
paid? You wanna get laid?
Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways
Live your life in an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way

You get mad puff-lie all day
your jar
And dance wiv me*

I know you didn't come out to stand and stare
You bought new shoes and you did up your hair
You made a real effort tonight
an ill real way
Got 6 rides in your little drive-way
You get mad puff-lie all day
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
the mix
Motivated by the ace, deuce, tre and the six

{Repeat Chorus 2 Times}

AZ:
want to bring it to me right way
Face to face, (yeah) when you see me get
a briefcase
Rhythm with real rough rhyme
Beats with deep bass

Girls with tight pants
Maybe they might dance
Tonight if the Rs on the mike
There's a slight