Lyrics:
ass wise cracks
Wise ass questions
Wise ass answers
The industrial age
Is coming down with cancer
Just do your dance girl
Just do your dance girl
From the Bronx to Tokyo, beats transcend
African drums meet Asian string blend
Spanish guitar riffs with Arabic flows
Hip hop's reach, how far it
Intro:
(Guitar strumming with a contemplative tone)
Silent moments in the night,
Waiting for a sign, a spark of light,
Time stands still, the world
with your lover, don't you worry about a thing
It will all fade away once you dance and swing
And when the rock gets you and the roll hit you soon
Here's
cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too
Make sure you have a system with some phat house
Add that guitar and you no I'ma go-go
Cuts on her wrist and she move like a yoyo
Off with that bitch she off she was off of the coco
Do it like me
stops and he does it right
And it looks like a night for romance
Oh yeah, when he asked me to dance
Crazy days gone by
Just dance the night away
Do you
don't film Lil Man-Man
Pull up with the whole team
They gon' cue the fanfare
Black teeth way too gory
I don't need no ambulance
(I need me) the potion
I
flow
But I know how to make the floor go
All snitches try to roast me haha bro
Look
LuluBeatz on street with a new fit
Got your man almost about to lose
How many minutes shall we wait?
How many hours have passed by.
How many days we have to sit around and watch the time go by.
How many friends we have
Dance on em, in a fucked up whip, make my heart skip
Caught up in the drug traffic I astounded by the outfit
One twentieth tried to knock my whole click
it's caught upon a thorn
Now the dream is finally born
Now her man is by her bed
A light is shining 'round his head
Across his chest the deepest
pleases, yo, a the vibes, the gyal a no leaches
If a batty man inna the dance, him a go buss inna twenty pieces
Cah me new releases a no fi man weh deh
They're playing with fire and oh they're playing it cool
And bless all the shy girls who're learning to dance
They stare in the mirror and they conjure
pleases, yo, a the vibes, the gyal a no leaches
If a batty man inna the dance, him a go buss inna twenty pieces
Cah me new releases a no fi man weh deh
or more, we always win our score gets higher
But still we’re wanting more.
Jade javelin Bowman, with a wit that’s razor sharp
He can cut it on guitar
your dance then slide
Turn around do your dance(Do your dance)
Do you got a man(Do you got a man)
I ain't trying to be your man(I ain't trying to be your
Ferrari, I'm sorry, I keep blowing up
They call me the cake man, the strawberry shake man
I spray the AR, make your whole clique break dance
Backspin,
man she could dance
Uh huh, uh huh yeah!
Who do you think you are?
Some kind of bonsai superstar?
Hot metal doberman's
Modified with cinnamon fins
All
things, heart sing bring the blues out
Standing in no man's land just me and my guitar
Enlighten gotta go within no reason to look out
You wishing you knew
'Cause it makes us look wealthy too.
Shit, I still got a sidekick 1 with a crack in the fucking screen man.
We were your favorite "I'm the first person
She walked by the river with a bottle of gin
Got it for her twenty first
Me in my teens picking guitar strings
Never at a loss for words
I said hey
Shucks, I thought this party was gonna be really hitting on something
Ain't nothing around here but a bunch of women, nobody to dance with
Every
some, some, some, Bodak Orange shit
Or some, some Kodak Orange shit, man, like, ayy
Said lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to (ayy,
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