Lyrics:
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
to the music, all night long,
She's a stick of dynamite, she's bad to the bone.
She likes Boogie-woogie, Reggae, Rap, Pop, and Soul,
Hip-Hop Blues, and Rock
at the port with the nickel bags and shit
tell my pops i'm out earthbound with the crew
he said butterfly may the boogie be with you
left my moms a note with
rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock
Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it
Back it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it
Ooh baby ooh
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
up on my cock now
Twenty bitches and they all coming with me
Side by side, me and Trippie in the Bentley (skrrt, skrrt)
Ayy, and I bought it, ain't
done,
I try to rock but I only found my tears, I beg to my baby, please let that boogie be
Smoke ‘n wine boogie (smoke ‘n wine boogie) 4x
Smoke ‘n wine
???Push my seed in my push for life/It???s gonna work because I???m pushin it right/If Mary drop my baby girl tonight/I would name her Rock N??????
the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie, to the boogie, the beat
I said I can't
in that thong - OOOHHHWEE!
The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE!
Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE!
No Limit got the steps
mouth
You should hear how they talk about me
Man 50 f***ed up, I mean real f***ed up
He left us in the hood, we f***ed up
I can't believe this n****
Phenomenon O.C.
Big L, 0-3-9 baby
Diggin' In The Crates
Yeah yeah, this is Joe the God, Terror Squad reppin'
Yo, yo, yo
I'm from a place where
Yeah, up on the cap rock me and my baby ride
We're goin' a hundred miles an hour
Cause this ol' Ford can still fly
Got four roses in a sack and
We
the club all izzy-ed out
Rock iceburg when you thought it was Mickey Mouse
So sit me, I'm pourin' Cris to the curb
All I got to do is just give
fiend
The ghetto dream, Fox Boog, jigged up
Stay in the cut like WHAT, layin in the Bentleys
stoned, flossed on, me and Capone
Picasso, Mardi Gras,
you on my billboard, we can act like the charts, I can end up on top (end up on top)
Don't smoke, don't drink, that's why I don't be by the bar, baby
propers
Cop my double players
Cleo still hittin' 'till 38's pump and they up it
Yell it and could never by defunk-ed
I'm totemed in the fashionable flyers
Uh, uh
Let's do it, we're startin'
Uh, come on boogie boogie, uh, uh
Lets do it, let's do it, DMX, come on
I been playin' bitches all my life,
hips
Shake they rumps, bass thump
Believin they could fly by the way you jump, player, uhh
Hip-Hop mayor, fat rhyme sayer
From the Boogie Down
and scream and shout
Get your boogie down and work it out
Everybody's out, party's going on
And we're gonna rock until the sunlight crash and dawn
('Till
on a Monday and hit my Tay-K
And I know she drive me crazy, but that's my baby
A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie, but just call me baby
They can't wait to catch me
don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say the little locs are getting
on the curb
We live like gangs, rich and famous
Rock star tints black, duckin' cages
Yellow diamonds on me like a baby ducky
I just want your head, like
And he won't stop and he don't stop
Not to the bang bang boogie, but they like to gang bang
And rookies ain't the only ones that drop
Some say
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