Lyrics:
dance to this shit, gotta get in your groove
When you talkin' to the ladies
Gotta keep it real smoove
I stand by my folks because I'm a real dude
Fuck
Lifestyle fast this not for you
We gon kick shit like kung fu
Send the drop no I'm tryna know the move
Where the beat? No I'm tryna feel the groove
with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls
And get these bands from me, bitch, I ain't shit free
You better hit these motherfuckin' streets and bring that bag to me
Shit, and every night I drive
Dont fuck with these bitches
All out of love if it ain't phasing me
I never panic
Although i'm damaged Traumatized by most my past experiences
Somehow i
Well, I just can't sit down
When the band comes to town
When the beat starts a-bumping
My feet start to stomping
And dancing around
No I just can't
[Shyheim:]
Yo, yo
I spark the mic like weed that's in a cipher
And I get girls open like a reggae song by Tiger
So check me out, as I flip this here track
Yeah
(Come in)
Names that you know me by, praise to the holy high
Shit been a lonely ride, all I do is only try
Weed is my only high, magazine
move (move)
So baby
Groove groove groove groove (groove)
She said she love it
When I get up on my rap shit
So hold on
Let me get up on my rap shit
She
the shit that I’m bout by no amount
I do me and decipher the doubt
Feeling like I’m on the verge of breaking out
Ain’t a nigga that’s closer than me
to hell,
Go to hell this fucking world,
Go to hell you everyone’s dumbs
And this fucking Christmas
You know what ?
Fuck off !
Yes, maybe we are a band still
sent me, my bad
Made it from the soil, made it from the Rex
Richer than your first, richer than your last
LUV, know I got the swag
Pop a rubber band
Hah
You ever feel like...you just wanna take a chance?
Well shit
You just gotta open up
Go with the feeling
You feel me?
You know you just gotta
kind, ratchet, ho one of a kind You know I ain't been in no groove with my
band, ain't been nothin' Traded some, you smokin' loads, know I said
I'm
on a ride, I got plans
Take you on a ride, I got bands
Girl, the way you dancin' is voodoo
Got me in a trance with your groove groove
Got me in the prime with
as well as cutting and scratching.
It's all ours.
But really think about it.
FEEL ME!
What if Hip Hop was never born, yo?
No Herc, No Flash, No Band, No
you what you really want
Track by track displaying my ability
The man, FP, showing true dexterity
On the Mic, no rules are lawless
Wicked,
you got groove like that
I been stuck
In a cage
Different ways
No escape
Fade to grey
Feeling great
Suffocate
No escape
Fans up
Bands up
Bands up
of us try
As hard as we can
We don't want no sympathy
We just wanna be a man
I don't want nobody
To give me nothing
Open up the door
I'll get it
the slack from my man
With a tan sitting by the fan
In a heavy, heavy band
The beat, huh, feels warm, and cool
Won't fall
Just move it, groove it, soothe
dancing
Train their guns on me and you
Fascist thang advancing
Sisters, brothers lend a hand
Increase our population
Grab that groove thang by
the bank (bank)
My daughter is the same (same), no limit with the tank
Made a hundred bands (bands), plus a hundred bands (bands)
Plus another half
(Uh)
(Young)
Okay slow it down, imma teach you all the moves
They want a nigga, but these bitches don't know how to groove
Sour lame niggas out here,
of dancing here all by myself
Tonight I want to dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy you've got to prove
Your love to me, yeah
Get up on your feet,
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