Lyrics:
The bodies are shaking
Wanna make my body keep shaking
Better get your butt out here baby
Come on, let's go
So do how you do it
Jump around, bend over,
to me, yeah
Get up on your feet, yeah
Step to the beat
Boy, what will it be? (Yeah)
Live out your fantasy here with me
Just let the music set you
out of every door?
No, it's just on the street where you live
And oh, the towering feeling just to know somehow you are near
The overpowering
while you posing
High as Jimmy Hendricks
I lined up ten dicks and took out appendix
So go get forensics
Let em know I'm Geronimo
Till it's my time
own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
I burned my hand, I cut my face
Heaven knows how long it's been
Since I've felt so out of place
I'm wonderin' if I'll fit in
Debbie and Charley
own,
She won't tell her Ma when she gets home.
Let them all come as they will
For it's Albert Mooney she loves still.
I'll tell me Ma when I go home,
she be like "5-4-3"
Now drop down, you a freak (Milly rock)
Bend it over, touch your feet (yeah)
Shake that booty, I know it's little but unique
of bleeding, where eagles let out evil
Town is of death, no time for weakness
Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete
With iron feet
this burn one pose is gone
No left for just for hasin' out where it all went wrong
So why don't we just leave this thing to one night and a road
Let's
of bleeding, where eagles let out evil
Town is of death, no time for weakness
Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete
With iron feet
on flight control
Radio tuned to rock 'n' roll
Two, three hours passin' by
Altitude dropped to 505
Fuel consumption way too fast
Let's get on home
So you tried to believe in the castles made of sand
When it falls to the sea and your feet can't find dry land
Reach from my hand
I sacrificed my
to get back
I had a hunch
Ali said, "Pay for lunch"
So I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
makes me lose control (now bring it back now)
We gon' make you lose control
And let it go, 'fore you know, you gon' hit the flo' (one, two, three, let's
there be?
My three, Mase Pos and Me
And that's the magic number
(What does it all mean?)
Focus is formed by flaunts to the soul
Souls who flaunt
got rich
Twenty-three thousand, spend it on an outfit
Versace know me by my muthafuckin' first name
Twenty-three grand, eight thousand on my fuckin'
I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
stop his singing or the choir was going to resign
So the pastor appointed a committee I think it was three or four
And they got in their big fine cars
Look
If you had
One shot
Or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted
In one moment
Would you capture it
Or just let it slip?
Yo
I fell in love with a slant-eyed lady by the light of an eastern moon
Shanghai lil never used the pill, she claimed that it just ain't natural
She
With the oom-pah-pah
With the oom-pah-pah
Alright, let's go to, uh, new tracks
That's like quack-quack, meep-meep-meep
Fart-fart, eeh-haw, it's
going underground (going underground)
Well, if the brass bands play and feet start to pound
Going underground (going underground)
Well, let the boys
worth it, to go raw deal
A man's gonna do what a man's gonna do
He got butt-naked and stuck the power you
Twenty minutes went by, my man went out
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