Lyrics:
funky music white boy Let's do it
Vip Vanilla Ice yep, yep, I'm comin' hard like a rhino
Intoxicating so you stagger like a wino
So punks stop
Turn up the music
Let's get out on the floor
I like to move it
Come and give me some more
Watch me getting crazy here, out of control
There's
Miss all my friends feel like they are gone
Yoka the boy he real put me on
To the music you know he the don
Thats homie making music no con
I miss
Ah
Aye
This ones for you if you like music
This ones for you if you like music
This ones for you if you like music
Now from the top show you what
the music
I am not like you, I am so different
Don't get offended
And I did not mention all of the times you asked for attention
Don't trip on no words with
off like a rocket
Man... without music
Think how lifeless life would be
This shit is a part of me
What would I do if I can't rhyme on beats...
This is
as dumb
But at least I'll leave em with music & love
And I'm perfectly imperfect
Just give me love & music
Do you feel like your caught up
And your tired
your hands in the air)
Well, my name is Ciara for all you fly fellas
No one can do it better (she'll sing on a capella)
Boy, the music makes me lose
The music man (Repeat 4x)
It's about time for the music man to rip
First I take a sip, then I like grip
The crowd tight into my hand with the loud
Intro,
call me Rossi
I’m liquid, flowin’ like fluid, the truest influenced
By hip hop music, let’s do this
Truly the truest, I do it the rudest
Leavin’ M.C.’s
But these lyrics are limited edition
By that i mean limited to me
Since I'm young my music has so much energy like nuclear fission
You just need
Who else can heal sores
Throughout your contour
Put Him in your core
To chase the sin stored, Yeah, yeah
They run like par core
You better be sure
I
I'm a killa wit the music
Killa wit the music
Kill, Kill, Killa like dat
I'm a killa wit the music
Killa wit the music
Kill, Kill, Killa like dat
I
your hands in the air)
Well, my name is Ciara for all you fly fellas
No one can do it better (she'll sing on a capella)
Boy, the music makes me lose
parents thought I was too old to chase after a dream. No one thought I had a real job. This felt like rock bottom. But sometimes, sometimes chaos is your
Kenny
When my pockets get fat as Cartman
I can write it and produce it
Turn silence into music
With nobody's help all by myself
I can do it at a level
rear
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge
Both how I
on
Yes
My mic, monicker, momma I twice promised her
Love life, if music is truly your wife, honor her
Burnin' to your thermometer stretch a million
your airwaves like a giant C.B.
'Cause this one's for your radios over, do you receive me?
Our music is so hot, it feels like the sun in Tahiti
We
am
Being attacked by your accusations simply
Because i got us
In court to help fix this the custody matter?
Why did i have to take you to court to see
gather up your crewm (crew)
We goin' on a mission
Provided by the who (who)
The three amigos, doin' our way like Carlito's
I'm seein' Señoritas
Send
gather up your crewm (crew)
We goin' on a mission
Provided by the who (who)
The three amigos, doin' our way like Carlito's
I'm seein' Señoritas
Send
rear
My nose is big, uh-uh I'm not ashamed
Big like a pickle, I'm still gettin' paid
I get laid by the ladies, ya know I'm in charge
Both how I
like we should make a whole project on this shit
Like have literally you know the brightness and darkness come to one
Because you have your style, I
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