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Alright, alright
We're crackin' on here, we're gonna do somethin' here
Bet you guys feel this groove
We're crackin' on
Pure funk, it's comin' your

Step into the room like I came by dimensional plane
Space princess, put respect on the name
Percieve me with your eyes wide open and your jaw agape

reggae, da real
Hip-hop ca Das Efx îți dau un pumn în plex
E ca la Știrile REP e ca un Johnny mai Depp
Și doar câțiva cu adevărat pricep
Și uite așa step by

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And Young Subway

I would try to be smooth
She was always laughing she was catching my groove
She was so amazing, momma would approve
But I knew I was destined to lose

A day to let loose over shaded by the truth
That I'm really getting older and I don't know what to do
Because college ain't the move, and I'm halfway

vibe
Getting what's mine
Νιώθεις το hype?
Temperature high
Δεν αμφιβάλλεις
Trendsetter type
Like dynamite
You see my natural swag
When I pass by

the physical's mental
But the outcome is energetic
Larger clientele, drops by the CL, the spiritual
To set it one time on the physical

I get physical, I get

of the summer 
Making fun of those jerks driving by in their yukons and their hummers 
We were earnest and naive and saviors and it was all truthful 
But some

I'm sedated
Drive these bitches crazy
Hope that you can take it

First offf
I don't need a verse uh
Do it by myself the way it sound it
Make her luck

when I'm dead
So until then
I'll be the real man
I'm talking real M's
Your pockets little man
No I ain't pocket watching
Could tell by how you moving
I'm

make a statement
I'm patient I'm guided by the steps I'm taking
I'm chosen
He took me from the hands of satan
Now how you gonna win when you're not right

of complacency being replaced by feeling amazing

Not just fate that I'm winning
I'll make my own path
Too many snakes in my kitchen, I'll cut my own grass
We

and I'm really goin' stupid on 'em
Goin' stupid on 'em
Goin' stupid on 'em
LZ bringin' grooves and I'm really goin' stupid on 'em
After a bit of searchin',

One, two, three, four
She pulled me by the arm and said, honey, let's go for a ride
I'm like, wait a minute, shawty, let's just hang inside
She said,

Had to let her know her place 
Told my momma that we straight 
Getting better day by day 
Somewhere focused out the way 
And this K keep me safe 
That's

What's Clef [Bonus Track]

Pras

Ghetto Supastar

1998

hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song will last as long as your part in "Krush Groove"
Body moves, the battles, bullets,

finished 
I was in the kitchen cooking up from the beginning 
Running out of music in my notes now it's replenished 
I pull with the groove I got em dancing

can move to the right, You can groove to the left
If you came and you single, Bunnyhop by yo'self
Damn, gon' girl this yo jam
You deserve this night,

put on a suit
In the west side tryna get in a groove
Cmon, throw me the oop
They caught me at Nobu I'm picking up food
You not tapped in, you not in

Yo bro!
Whoa, no homo though
Put your number in my phone though bro
I'm not looking for my Romeo
You could be my homie though
We could groove to some

I travel all these roads, like the grooves in a vinyl
Heard the words of a sage out the mouth of a wino
Keep the rhythm like a rhino in the pulse

food
Took a sip of my juice
Hoe I'm still in my groove
Y'all stealin' my views
Gon' be eatin' my shoes
When I kick 'em in the tooth
'Cause you killin' my

all about the joy and gladness
Since I moved on, I have been getting my groove on
With more mini-me's springing up, will more mimic me? 
I don't panic