Lyrics:
up the good love for chaka
You can hold it, boy
'cause you don't let it go
Good for you
Good for me
The way we work together
Short and sweet
of steel (steel)
Now show me how you feel (feel)
Okay, like this, yeah yeah
One time for my boy doing king shit
Two times, too legit and it don't quit
Hold my hand
You can hit while they watch, boy
(So, 9:30?)
(I'll see you there)
(No, you hang up)
(You hang up)
Somethin' different about you
Sleepless in Brooklyn like a Beastie Boy, yeah
Dot your I's, cross your T's
I'm as G as they come but I fuck with T's
Travis Kelce, Scott, Tom Brady T's
Yeah, like that
Okay, yeah
Say bro, (yeah) where you get them from?
Detroit? (Yeah) that machine gun, spray boy
And it's gon' hit some
New
room
Burning room
Don't you think we ought to know by now?
Don't you think we should've learned somehow?
Don't you think we ought to know by now
First I had they ear, now I have they heart
Rappers came and went, I've been here from the start
I seen them put it together, watched them take it apart
of us barefoot kids in the yard,
Man, it seems we were just catchin' snakes in the barn
Now you're caught up in this mess
I could use a little help
"Dateline" are the best exposure
Now you're still, on the news and everybody knows ya
Yeah, yeah
By, my, side
To all the niggas tryin' to get me it's, by
gon' be litty
Vintage pieces by the time she hit the city, yeah-ah
Vintage frames, I see nobody fuckin' wit' him
Pretty thug, out the third ward, hit
(but she's got me twisted)
I'm so (caught up)
Got me feeling it (caught up)
I'm losing control
This girl's got a hold on me, yeah
Oh, now
Let me
you cool
Better look out now though, Dave's got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by, oh, my,
right now
Hold her hand (will you not ruin my heart?)
Can't you see, love?
That I'm standing by myself
I'm so tired, but I can't ignore
But it's
I'll tear your soul apart.
Gather your wits and hold on fast,
Your mind must learn to roam.
Just as the Gypsy Queen must do
You're gonna hit
you're walking now
Boy, I've been in your shoes
You can't hold back the hands of time
It's just something you've got to do
So dry your eyes I
want to give in
But we still need each other if we want to win
Hold that line, baby hold that line
Get up boys and hit 'em one more time
We may be
and it's hold up now
Let me finish
Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself
How we gon' raise a kid by ourself?
Handle biz by ourself
idea
It's clear, rattle to the roll
Hold back up the track, grab your rollerskates y'all
And let's zip on by
Zip-a-de-doo-dah, let's zip on by
Feed
keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk
And your digital downloads
[Chorus]
Take your seats now, folks. It's showtime
Hey, Patrick - hit
felt like fun
Did a little bit of speed if my friend had some
Nicked Volkswagen badges I'm a Beastie Boys son
Me so horny, me so young and I still get
keep your pseudo-punk, hip-hop, pop-rock junk
And your digital downloads
[Chorus]
Take your seats now, folks. It's showtime
Hey, Patrick, hit
Hypnotic, robotic, this here will rock your bodies
Take somebody by the waist and uh
Now throw it in they face like uh
Systematic, ecstatic, this hit be
on, child, blow your horn now
I like this!
Oh hey
Uh look it here, ha bridge
So baby hold me
Like you don't wanna let go
I'm feeling foxy
Gather your wits and hold on fast
Your mind must learn to roam
Just as the Gypsy Queen must do
You're gonna hit the road
My work is done now look
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