Lyrics:
no testin' me
Told the bouncer let me in the club, cause he ain't checkin' me
If you want disaster, cool, I got the recipe
Mr. 5, known worldwide, he's
Smoke
Pop
Only one
Getting some
Yuddy
Vroom Vroom Vroom Vroom
Smoke one
Pop one
We turnt up like we are the only one
Shake that ass up like you
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
And after a while, you can work on points for style
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
You have to be
bandwagon it also became obvious that it was a wild mix of music for the dance clubs but always based on funk.
Disco developed as a dance music subculture in
mix that henny and patron
In yo city causing havoc leave a message at the tone
A lot of lessons learned from only barely getting by
Now every time I
She don't want commitment
She up in the club
She just want a baller
To show her some love
Got you at home
Tryna be faithful
And she got you
afford to get mo'
Dawg, slow down you can't afford to sip Mo'
Leave the club now
Come back when you get dough
Many hoes, many many many many many hoes
Livin' the good life, good life, good life, good life
Yo, yo, yo
Pass you cowards, classical rap mix form power
Yasser Arafat, I'm stormin' with lead
from where the streets test you
Niggas mix business and pleasure where the cocaine measure
The narcotics is our product
The by-product, you walk up
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
when they killed my brother
Gun in my hand, I pray
Knowing my only intention protect my loved ones
No, I don't fear no man
Nigga you bleed like me, don't
And a nigga still getting better
I can hit the club, make it rain and change the weather
Y'all niggas ain't the only ones getting cheese, we get cheddar
don't give a damn about niggas opinion
Cause you go off what you see
Run it up run it up
By any means gotta stack it up
Bad lil bitch in the club watch
she got that real thing
I don't wanna play no games with you babe
You just my type my kinda lady
Cause I’m on my way
Coming home from the club
Aint
true
I owe my last ride to you
Heaven and hell ride in tandem
I used to mix them up at random
I spent my youth on a reckless futile race
Where
the bar up, later on tear the car up
Flip a new one by the mornin', nigga back crunk
Good times, if you in the club blowin' good pine
Freakin' ho's while
to close the club (Get out)
You really should (Get out)
You need to just (Get out of here)
Bitch, if you ain't got your own dough (Get out)
You need
til the Monday Shows
I might be young but i ain't naive
You can tell by the tricks i keep up My sleeve
Gotta lotta class but I'll show my Sleaze
Ain't
You think your contraband
Like your some kind of high in demand
I'm not a fan but I'm the man
You are not my only fan
Don't give me your heart I will
your help I’m never gonna need (Nah)
When I’m by myself that’s when I feel the energy (Facts)
Only thing I use in the Booth: creativity (Yuh)
Spitting
only live by one motto
We’re not afraid
To turn this place down
Cus I know your wanting me
To show you how to move
So baby follow me
Shawty don’t
baby
You know we from the trenches, baby
Spin it, block it, spin again, go crazy
I be gettin' high by myself like I'm a loner
I been winnin' lately, but
know, you know)
(You know, you know, you know)
Nick Cannon
(Biz Markie)
Get down for a minute and get all up in my mix
Let me tell you how I been
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