Lyrics:
it (You know what time it is, report to the dance floor)
It's bad boy, bitch (Talk to 'em)
See you out the corner of my eye
Leaning on the wall,
Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it
Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor
You love the beat, boy, you know what it is
Today's the Macy's Day parade
The night of the living dead is on its way
With a credit report for duty call
It's a lifetime guarantee
Stuffed in
about making
Those Dollars and sense
Girls on my jock, when I'm up the stage
Reports trying to cluck
Put me on the front page cIA in back of me
And cash
heard you got a crib in Virginia
On the sand"
Not you, you ain't a Robb Report nigga
Nigga, yous a perjuror
You lie in court nigga
You prolly snitchhy
am a painter and blood is an art to me
I piss on you guys you's a wart to me
And your girlfriend still report to me
girl, roll it, girl
Roll (gyal, you don't stop once you get started)
Control it, girl, roll it, girl
All the girls dem report to the dancefloor
me
The love of my life
She gave me the love
Coming up short and I’m sad to report
We fuss and fight tonight your case, my case
Another day to waste
know about a Robb Report
'Bout a high speed Porsche, i.e.
You niggas ain't know how to floss 'til I came through the door
Like 'Eric B. for Pres,'
roll (all ladies)
Watch di gyal dem roll (all ladies)
Watch di watch di gyal dem roll (all ladies, all ladies)
Report to di dancefloor
Tick tock,
to play some tennis before I go to court
The water might be finished if he don't report
(Chorus)
[Turf Talk & Doonie]
Hey, hey
Fuck rallies ride gold
this song from out the Robb Report
Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught
I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost
Got a couple
ever gone report you seen my tribe
I best to pray you got nine lives because your goddamn eyes lied
(...?...) that's 25 lines motherfucker you
Freakazoid robot, please report to the dance floor
What, what? Uptown, get down
Check me out y'all - ya don't stop (go 'head baby)
A hear me out
and listen to science
Odometers sparkling, glisten off me
We ball until they call police and they tryna report me
We washin' all his brand like a nigga
y'all was quick to go report
If I cancel, then that mean I had some shit to do
If I cancel, I was in the projects, ten to two
If I cancel, who the fuck
What have you gathered to report to your progenitors?
Are your excuses any better than your senator's?
He held a conference and his wife was
I think I'm ready to do some type of report
Probably what she really want, lookin' all lovely (Mark Ron)
What they don't know (Rhymefest) it's
Iran
Where FOX News reports live
That Ahmadinejad wins Mandela peace prize
You would never know
If you could ever be
If you never try
You would
and revolution
Rise
(911)
(There's a guy here with a gun)
(Ma'am? Ma'am?)
(Kids, get under the table, get under the table)
(We are getting in reports, from all
Lawd yall bitches all throw it to me though
Never banged out, we ain't launch torpedo
Nigga still on vapor, he report to PO
Then jump in the Lamb
change it in mine
The breaking news reports
Our best days are behind
But not mine
Not mine
Not mine
Not mine
Not mine
Oh bay baby I'm so tired....
The man from the government
The man from the tax report
The man from in the public school
The man owns the golden
know how you stunt, I'm hard to distort
You know my face so it's hard to resort
Garage, lookin' like a rob report
House, one hole away from a golf
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