Lyrics:
today, yeah
The haze is not great
And for a moment I am confounded as I'm embraced
By blue jeans, blue eyeshadow, and a green sweater
And the smell
your groove on
I want to shot down
I want to shot down
Get your grove on
I want to shot down
I want to shot down
Get your groove on
I want to shot down
I
York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
I'm back, back in the New York Groove
Back in the New York Groove, in the New York Groove
My love to the connoisseurs of speech, peace to the musical conveyors
With grooves too smooth for this world like Alaya
What can i say, guess that
ha!
Ohh, ohh
Whoa!
Yeah
Shucks!
Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba bomp bomp buh buh buh buh bah!
By the way, my name is Funk
I am
real
Don't disturb this groove
Erotic whispers for the listener
Let the music fill the air
Excuse me for the moment
I'm at a loss for words
By elation,
and groove with me, this is your invitation.
In the club and I feel the heat, nice girls by the side of me
I see, which one will be single and free
So I
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby,
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen men
Some from men, insane
Groove, baby, groove on the light, one time
Groove, baby,
pick it up
Come on and rock with me
So pick it up
Come on and groove with me now
I see butterflies just floating by
And it's so beautiful it would make
Pay attention
Are you listening?
You're my favorite girl
Excuse me for a moment
I'm in another world
On a mountain, by a fountain
Flowers
of satan
There are songs from lovin'
And there are songs from hatin'
There are songs from lust
And there are songs from pain
Some songs were done by chosen
Getting trapped in by the groove
By the groove
Ooooooh, shining like the moon
Wild and free it was your mood
Getting trapped in, trapped in, trapped in
By
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoochie (hoochies need love too)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (you know we gotta have it, yeah)
Groove with me (hoochies need love too)
Missy Elliott:
Uh! Awwww! Who that be? Misdemeanor
On an MIC. Uh! Uh!
Madonna:
Get into the groove. Let me show you
Some moves. It's best you take
dance
Dance... woo hoo,
Gotta shake ur hips
And curl ur lips baby
Woo hoo hoo hoo
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Woo hoo
I need u to groove with me yeah
Gotta
it, shake it
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing, yeah yeah
Show 'em how to do it now
Shake your groove thing
Shake your groove thing,
Just get the groove and then he'll
Come back to you again (Let it play)
Let the music play, he won't get away
This groove he can't ignore
He won't leave
I'm tired of dancing here all by myself
Tonight I wanna dance with someone else
Get into the groove
Boy, you've got to prove
Your love to me, yeah
Hoggin' that shit
Runnin' that shit
Lookin' at you
Talkin that shit
Look at that foo
Lookin' at shit
Cookin' that food
Cookin' that groove
Cookin' that MOVE
Groove to the beat get
These words to your heart's reach
The revelation make you
Bounce off your two feet
See the message
That I bring is the good
I'm gonna dance tonight
And maybe lose control
Hanging by the threads again
Spotlights hit the floor
Groove is in my soul
Hanging by the threads
and get it on
Trick or treat, you, super freak
Come by the Halloween party
Spooky moves and eerie grooves
Let's make a hell of a party
The walking
need this fascist groove thang
Sisters, brothers lend a hand
Increase our population
Grab that groove thang by the throat
And throw it in the ocean
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