Lyrics:
Oh I get a girl with a record machine
When it comes to rockin' she's the queen
We go to dance on Saturday night
I'm all alone and I hold her tight
Yo, I said back up on my body shit
Like I ain't' even body it
The Maserati doors flip back
Like a karate kick
I got to get that and party with that
I'm good at (oh)
But don't be me, 'cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee
And get
Let's do it
Workin' all week, 9 to 5 for my money
So when the weekend comes I go get live with the honey
Rollin' down the street, I saw this
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
I may seem
See that me deal wid realism get guided by all my dream
Now raspberry ripple as you know it is my favorite ice-cream
So when me
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
microphone on
then blow on to make sure, the sound is strong!
So y'all get up, keep your head up, and then gear up
Heav' is in the funk, the Boyz in
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
up the goods and get sprayed
I got lots of love, for my crew that is
No love for them other crews and rival kids
All them out-a-town niggas know
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
Take a few M-16s to the hood
Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good?
I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House
Republican run up, get
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up
(uh), here come my intuition (uh-huh)
Go in this nigga pocket
Rob him while his friends watchin'
The hoes clockin' (uh), here comes respect
His crew's
exists
Then how come He never lives here?
Teachers told us the Romans built this place
They built a wall and a temple
And an edge of the empire
President gets his dick sucked?
Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make-up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
And sing a chorus or two
Come on it's lovely weather
For a sleigh ride together with you
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up, let's go
Let's look at the show
But does it matter if we break a rule or two?
Get up, break out, don't be the odd one out
Livin' on the edge, I'm a-tryin' to keep a level head
it's probably this (fiesta)
Yes ma, Bed-Stuy, fiesta
Remix with the homie from the Midwest side
Game recognize game, hoes do too
It's the new 2 Live
the soda river glides
Up to the slip comes a pirate ship
To take us for a ride
And the pony man's the captain
And the children are the crew
And we go in
more, what?
Come, Mr. DJ, won't you turn di music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two
Everybody on di floor let me show you how we do
Let's go,
to the front
I'm gonna live on up by the front
I'm goin' to walk on up to the front
Come in, come out of the rain
Come in, come out of the rain
Said, come
house (yo)
Here comes the nigga with the ruff, the terror
The paranoid, gots to get the boy
Get your steel 'cause I feel like a headbanger
Yeah, I
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