Lyrics:
with us
Get some money lil nigga then come to us
She gone shake it for Devo, i'm really up
This that turn this shit up, this shit really bus
This that
Me and my baby, yeah
We're out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, Mister, Mr. DJ
Keep those records playing
'Cause I'm having
Such a good time
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin' soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my
the evenin?I could hear him sing
I got to walk that lonesome valley
I got to walk it by myself
For nobody else can walk it for me
I got to walk it by
coughing and wheezing
So I tried it anyway and the place went up in flames
How was I suppose to know you could catch fire to the snow
Oh lord way to go mr
Special made pistol, the clip is a ruler (what else?)
Mr. Perfect is so perfect, I earned it (what else?)(awww)
Mr. Perfect is so perfect, it's workin'
I jump up at down, shake out the sun
Laugh like a loon; everything is fun
It's crazy, but I'm in love
I act like a fool; what do I care?
I
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin' soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my
shake, who I'm gon play
With the CEO of the coke on Broadway, huh?
Never heard so many choices from one man
I make bitches, fuck it, I make
You just couldn't take that African pace
Yes, Mrs. Cleaver your son's home to stay
We all know it's the American way
Yes, I'm gonna shake myself
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin' soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my
can call me Citizen Kane, for my reign
Tenure's great, one of the ten great
Mr. Media, look inside your encyclopedia
2002, see Ice Cube
Fuck
only one thing has held us up my loven wasn't all for you
i found anotha man so tell how does it feel
(hook performed by mercedes)
if you
up, and blow ya syst' up.
This that that get ya jive talkin',
East side artist C-Walkin',
People, people, listen closely,
I sing it 'cause mostly
peculiar
Looking gentlemen who goes by the name of mr.
Paul Crusoe, on the dodgy subject of are there
Or are there not flying saucers or... ahem, UFO's.
You just couldn't take that African pace
Yes, Mrs. Cleaver your son's home to stay
We all know it's the American way
Yes, I'm gonna shake myself
and I'm feelin' fine
I'm gonna rock it up
I'm gonna rip it up
I'm gonna shake it up
I'm gonna ball it up
I'm gonna rock it out
And ball tonight
I
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and let it fall
Layin' soft upon my skin
Like the shadows on the wall
Come and lay down by my
What you mean you done with me (hehe)
Yeah, you for real
You finished?
Crazy, we'll see about that
I'll be killing it, I'm ill and legit
strugglin' with it
Get this bitch jumpin' like Jiminy Cricket
I'm sponsored by Disney, yeah, sponsored by Disney
Dirt
It's dirt (it's dirt, it's dirt,
the cash first
When you down, we run up that shower
Break it down in the back, girl
If I say that you mine, that mean that you ours
You can't put me
don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far
And we got too far, cause on him we walk
Mr. Wendal, a man, a human in flesh
But not by
take this shit)
But on his way in (I can't take it no more, holmes)
He has a sudden change of heart (Shit is mine)
And suddenly (I gotta do this)
His
(and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (set it off)
I
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