Lyrics:
and stumblin' off six 40s
By the time I see my homie, ABK, up at the party
Chillin' with seven hoes and they sell toes
Or they dream about sex and those in
Hey mama, said the way you move
Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove
Oh child, the way you shake that thing
Gonna make you burn, gonna make
me tonight
Read my lips carefully if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
everything's connected going round and round and round
And I'm bound to the ground by the sound
I can't sit down, I can't be still, no rest until I get my fill
hidden
But you'll find sweetness at you pass by
The palms like El Che bring pride to the landscape
While I'm singing
"De donde son los cantantes"
Only
yelling at my children
The straightjacket express
I need to find an atom of love
Inside this mess
I, I want to groove
Selling refrigeration
From
when at a show
The Klan couldn't keep the man from makin' mo'
Better blues, kinda confused here's the news
These grooves is better than your blue
There's no stoppin' me
[Bridge]
No time to wait on the side
Watchin' it all pass me by
I'm gonna be in the game
Watch me play it
I'm comin' with it,
into a state
With a silly grin upon my face
Don't wait up
Say don't wait up
And she'll be waiting by the phone
But it was her decision to stay at home
and rubles to a bunch of really weird Swiss guys
And we were rockin'
Took a little while but we finally got to get our groove on
We were running weapons
out 3rd Storee breaken out on that ??. Yes
Time to have some fun
There's a party around the corner
And you can go if you wanna
Step on by
Itz gonna
buckwild on this A.D.O.R. slammin' groove
Steppin' up to bum-rush the stage
Get the crew motivator by the spark of the rage
The mic is the teacher, to get
afternoon and night
We lay together side by side
Searching for lust, searching for breath
Searching for the touch of life
No words are spoken, the only
let me
If you let me
I'd love to
Baby tell me will you let me
Sometimes I get carried away by the,
To be with you night and day
I love the way
the shit you want but you know I got you listenin', gifted in mic rippin', unlimited linguistic fitness, district by district groove, move units but you
Things, cripplin triple beams, dippin in different things by any n all means.
I seen a lot a hatred a lot a fake shit but I
Knew that me n you boo we'd
Cool and calm, Mr Gorgeous
Walks up to the bar and orders and
As he passes by, they all sigh - ah...
When he moves just like a panther,
He
ones who make it,Â
'Cause it's the rich ones who have the guts to take it.Â
They feel fine. [Repeata: x1]
Check out complainer by the bar,Â
Here comes the boom
I got game like Kobe, act like you know me,
If you rhyme better well then kid you best show me
Fly by wrecking, never come
huh, like the boys in the groove
At least I thought for a while that was true
But then you said you had to move, you had to get away
'Cause girl, you
the west, first rule
In fact, we the first Bloods and Crips
First niggas to drive by sendin tricks on trips
First niggas to hit yo town and set up shop
Bring
step to reality get with the groove
Its the cool rock steady, I wanna work you girl make your body sweaty
But you keep playing the role ,yo Yolanda why
Austin Powers, he's the man for you
Come to enter, if you please
Time unlocked this tasty freeze
Take trips to spy by night
In a groove yet
Ellen, I fell in big loving with you.
I saw you by that pool.
I thought you thought I was cool.
I felt a longing in my tool.
So dye your hair
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