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doin', she's super bad now She's geared to really blow your mind Dancin, dancin', dancin'! She's a dancin' machine Ah, baby Do it baby Dancin,
City life Calling me all the time Me and my soul Geared to attack Never get another chance So what you doing Gotta get money Keeping me real
slammin, pumpin And meanwhile I'm sayin somethin For all ears to hear and prepare To persevere from here to there, so get geared So weak rappers'll have
green can't accept those (uh-huh) that can't roll with niggaz that's petrol (uh-huh) [Verse Two] Niggaz, abandon ship when I'm geared for landing
to the club so you can get with some hoes Lets go! Made it to the mall, hoes thick Listening to 'Pac screaming that's the shit Getting geared when this
I must do my part to combat the conspiracy The S.A.T. is not geared for the lower class So why waste time even trying to pass The educational
take a ten! I've finally geared up into a whole buncha big ones And you're actin' like I'm down-shiftin'" He knows all the under-riders
leave casualties I creep gradually, til everybody knows that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes The anger inside had me trapped til I got geared
Oh, Well, he's all geared up, walkin' down the street I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just can't
Well, he's all geared up, walkin' down the street I can see the slime, drippin' down his sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just can't choose what
door, different than he was before I was geared 'cause he was back on track it's good to have my old friend back back, back, and we're glad he's back
the dishes was done And was it all right with me if she brought along her mother as a chaperone? I said, "Why not?" Well, we geared that tranny into super-low
rythms from the streets Batucada Suite-rythms for the feet Music for the soul-geared to make you whole Tribal drums of the African The reggae
folks Monitors equal, my three million new fans are white people Geared toward the universe while black people think the worse Realistically expect
goin', But it feels I've just begun. I'm geared up and I'm ready; To let loose and have some fun. Woah! You can put me down, you can count me out;
geared up to score again, loaded, loaded I come alive in the neon light That's when I make my moves right Living after midnight, rockin' to the dawn
to play And Im' a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability Geared to freestyle, look at my flexibility Dangerous on the mike, my ghetto hat's cocked
to play And Im' a sucker for a filly, got a natural ability Geared to freestyle, look at my flexibility Dangerous on the mike, my ghetto hat's cocked
It's summer time You're so fly You and me It could be I was flexing, chilling on my own But now I'm all geared up and ready to play She was
Muzik of blood Black reared Pain rooted Heart geared All tensed up In the bubble and the bounce An the leap an the weight-drop It is
years But he was right Now I'm geared up for the fight And he would be proud of me If my daddy came home tonight Listen me calmly Whether long range
years But he was right Now I'm geared up for the fight And he would be proud of me If my daddy came home tonight Listen me calmly Whether long range
leave casualties I creep gradually, til everybody knows that I got more flows than Rosebud got hoes The anger inside had me trapped til I got geared
years But he was right Now I'm geared up for the fight And he would be proud of me If my daddy came home tonight Listen me calmly Whether long range
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