Lyrics:
Clap yo' hands and now stomp yo' feet
Bo Diddley back in the driver's seat
Speed down the highway doin' ninety-five
Ain't nobody gonna pass me by
to the field of my dreams
And I let ghost play around in my head like I'm Ray Liotta (damn)
A Yankee owner, I got stripes in this game
Hot headed but got ice
rock the Casbah
The Shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah, rock the Casbah
By order of the prophet
We'll ban that boogie sound
Degenerate
A city of bright lights under a foreign sky
A full moon shining, a cool breeze blowing by
A fine one beside me, this is what I dream of
I've
This I know, I've got a lot to learn
But could you spare me a match
I've got a bridge to burn
And if you could, there might be a little
Baby, baby, baby don't leave me
Ooh, please don't leave me all by myself
I've got this burning, burning, yearning feelin' inside me
Ooh, deep
this
And now I've got the whole 5ive twisting it and shaking it
I just do my ting, I do mine
They been chilling on the block but I just cruise by
Stay close by me baby, don't leave me for a single day.
Stay close by me baby, don't leave me for a single day.
I've got a feelin' Uncle Sam's gonna
soul that passes by
This song's for you, from the Jackson 5
I'm comin' home, it's plain to see
I still got Indiana soul in me
Oh, yeah
I'm goin'
me upset
Five-oh makes me wanna flip, Larry Davis style
Got a nigga depressed, while he's awaitin trial
It's OK though, cause from grey skies comes
me feel this way
And even if time has passing me by a lot
I couldn't care less about the dues you say I got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for
Annie, I owe you a dance.
Don't the years fly by in the blink of an eye,
Yeah loves, I've had a few.
I've been a million places and I've seen a million
"Doctor I've got this feelin' deep
inside of me, deep inside of me
I just can't control my feet when
I hear the beat, when I hear the beat
I just
me feel this way
And even if time has passing me by a lot
I couldn't care less about the dues you say I got
Tomorrow I'll pay the dues for
dead, got me feelin' like 50
(21) you went and wrote a statement
So we call you a Mickey (On God)
Keep a 4-5 Nicki
Don't get hit with the blicky (Straight
I've become
That's Gunshot Mike or Mr Skeng
Check one-two-one man skitzed again
Dickhead you and a dickhead crew
Getting gassed up by your dickhead
country bounce when we New York it
Don't speak about it, be about it
Seein' Puff on your tube, feelin' weak about it
I got the skill of an actor, wind
"What's The Word?" joint is crazy
Haha, you like that?
Kim, I'm feelin' you, I love you
I've been listening to you all these years
Everything you do is
Everything is slower here; everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice
Come back home, cook out in
myself seeking shelter against the wind
Well those drifters days are past me now
I've got so much more to think about
Deadlines and commitments
What
souls
To tell this boy which way to go
Guide the car, you got the keys
Farewell to mediocrity
Kicking off the cruise-control
And turning up the radio
back again
I cruise around in a rag top ride
Make me feel alright
Make me feel alright
But now I got no one by my side
Make me feel alright
Make
Ooo who did this beat
I like this
This nice
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Bass Dheep
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck
I used to like to go to work but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna
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