Lyrics:
acting froggy like I'm living in France
You driven to dance by the funky beat
And every word out my mouth make these nerds doubt they spouse
Dudes
taught in the classroom
But to us it's nothing new (naw)
You hear it on the avenue
Even on the bus, at a barbecue
It's spoken, by people of all
by vision of my bone
Made me feel this chick was on
She said (I'm bored I ain't did nothin but lay round the house all week)
And so I said in my
Mudcat was an old man
Lived down along the river by the big sand bar
Mudcat was a soul man
Played the Delta blues on a slide guitar
He'd sit out
wanna pop.
Quick, watch my trigger,
I don't wanna pop.
You know me baby,
It's Kaby your poppa.
740 Records, the funky, the pop.
Must me the mooga
I'm
and we're in town
And the only place you can go is dowwwwwwwwwwn!
(Oohweeoohweeoohweeooooooooooooooooooooooohh.
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm
me loved by a few hated by most but all respect me
Now let me break it down for all the people in the house Ima show u how it’s goin down
In the city
Oh the wheels they keep on spinning|I aint gettin anywhere|It's been driven me into the ground |gonna bury my bones there|Well I hope someday they
the door is closed and we're in town
And the only place you can go is down!
Step, step, step, step, step off.)
Well, I'm Kieth Cowboy and you're my
em like a verse and lay em on the beat
Celebrate easter by goin to Cony Island when heap
Just to have a slash out and bang it out on the beach
In
the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop
the 2 Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop
go
Far, far away a train whistle blows
Wherever you're goin', wherever you've been
Waving goodbye at the end of the day
You're up and you're over,
I'm not done {beat resumes}
Fuckin it up like this especially for the Brown
So orale suvale in the Brown side of town
Don't be shy bump that shit homey
prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he
all about the money ain't a damn thing funny
What you got I'ma have out town, 'fore they put my ass in the ground
(Chorus - 2x)
Gotta get my pimp on,
Jesus
They tell me sticks and stones that they may break my bones
Spitting outta control, bars goin to the moon
They tell me that its crazy you rapping I
the west
Heard they gotta couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet
Well uh, I oughta make it by sundown
I figure that's enough time to get tha
fucked up my nigga Big T had ta die/ So now tha next 2
months we blazin' up this funky town/
(buc buc) and when Tony Rome went to jail we were still
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
down with Mo'Thugs
Mo'Thugs an' da Bone, you know it's goin' down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound
Wanna be a baller, shot caller
to track me down, tryin to bring me back to town
If they catch me they just might ax me
Won't arraign me, they probably hang me
But it's freedom
moved to Hollywood, now they think I sold out.
*(Chorus-Luniz, Cydal & T Luni)*
Uh.
When you makin mo mail then they could
hatas think you goin
This is Nitty Beat
Yeah, don't make my brother mad man
Go ham, nigga need anger management
I'm just Swayze
Swayze motherfucker, ghost town on you
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