Lyrics:
a hurricane
Back in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky
Woo.
In Fujiama
You get a mama
Then your troubles increase.
In
fuck by your system, that's evident
Puts bullets in a brother at a club back to ignorent
Special shouts to big boomer, personal autograph
And shouts
get it, get it)
Ooo Ooo, You think I can come over and smash?
Ooo Ooo, Don't stop, get it get it (Do what you do)
[Chingy]
The club be packed, Hey,
in Nagasaki
Where the fellers chew tobaccy
And the women wicky wacky, woo
In Fujiama you get a mama
Then your troubles increaseIn some pagoda, she
she prolly from Japan
Said that she came to the club with her man
But Imma take her, thats a robbery
Oh oh golley
I could be your Clyde as long as you
Starchild made all the hoes squeal
For a dollar crackheads Armor-Alled your wheels
Whippin home in the sunshine, fun time
but now you can't find
clubs like
What am I passing A relaxing mood
Cause I know the lady's just feeling the grooves
Cause when I walk in Louis V kitted out
The men get mad but the ladies
GET SEXY
(Written/produced/performed by GROOVE STATE)
Hot tight lover, oh oh oh
I need that sweat, to work it up
Shake your body, on the floor
I
dirty dancing
But you are not worth a cent
You are trying to get out of the armor
Your flow zero percent
Your girl is ready to surrender
To the one who
gone
If they bomb barbershops and hair salons
Time to dot com
Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on
Mother father sister bro
Love is
com
Before they rub out clubs
Where you get your drink on
Mother father sister bro
Love is the message
But war be the front page
In this
that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day
I get in cool with him even though he fake-assin toupee
I roll with ballers and thugs to make my
I downed 6 bottles of your dad's white wine
Steal his keys, go for a joyride
And crash on the side of the local five guys
Still feel fine, get out
that club with the DJ, he be on the radio all day
I get in cool with him even though he fake-assin toupee
I roll with ballers and thugs to make my
life
Step to the line think twice
Give 5 cents run off like mice
Talk about what they'd do if the time was due
If they walked in my shoes
The plays
a year, I don't drive
I get 'em whacked, I don't advise 'em to try it, yeah
I'm runnin' shit, I ain't lyin'
I got a backend for one twenty-five
I bought
making cents
I'm not fucking with all them hoes no more I'm done with that
If that shit cant go on my gun then I cant get attached
Navy td or I can get ps
Fast forward at a club where the strippers groove
Seven shots later damn Kred you're a tipping fool
It's been a wild night
Don't let your girl see that
gassed up, but brother, what you living for?
Clubbing and banging chicks? nah really, what you living for?
I feel like Fanum, Duke Dennis, Kai Cent
Get
and he aint fresh to death rockin' them purples,
whippin in that new 5 50 cent color purple,
so where he get off thinking he can hurt you,
out being
dealers
I ain't live by the rules
Wake on the 5th
Wake up the kids
Police and landlord
Here to evict
Sick of this shit
Sick of these licks
Sick of your
fold
Fuck a 9 to 5 check, cuz it's coming by the load
And if you can't relate well nigga I don't know
You a headass nigga your bitch throw head
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics
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