Lyrics:
better leave her at home
Cus this is my party and we're finna Eff it up
I be a rockstar and I get a lot of h----
But after this dance boy I'm tryna
again
Cause it's always, always the same old trend
Blown away
How does it feel to be outclassed
So get your hands up
So get your hands up
Right after me
(after the song ends)
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up...Take a tip from Joe, do like he did,
doctor
Gonna feed my body
Gonna meet my baby
Gonna get some sugar
Gonna be somebody
Gonna be somebody
Somebody you love
On the dance floor Friday night
Uh huh Uh huh 5 (five) 1 (one)
Real shit nigga
Yo, nigga say somethin' slick
You'll get slapped for that
Niggas schemin' on some jewels
You'll get
We're one, two, three, four, five MC's
I'm Melle Mel and I rock it so well
And I'm Mr.Ness because I rock the best
Rahiem In All The Ladies' Dreams
Two worlds, two places
Two choices, described by two faces
Take a stance, which dance are you
Tried to make it through unscathed but it branded you
down [Repeat: x5]
Who
Well if they ask you can I sing like Usher
Say No
But I could make you sing like Mariah
Oh
If they ask you do I dance like
As we were talking outside
It was cold
We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter
My wife is in the next room
We've been having
As we were talking outside
It was cold
We were shivering, yet warmed by the subject matter
My wife is in the next room
We've been having
trying to school sheep
Towards the right idea {*c'ya* - 5X}
This basic divine subsidiary bust center syllable logic, fold origami
Plantation shut this
pass me a jar
Cause these cats done went too far
Yeah one phone call send two cars
And I still get searched by security guards (that's right)
I guess
after hit, after hit
I'm down for whatever I don't know what's next
But I know I love when that money get stretched
Yeah that's just the plan so to thank
V. Vaughn, the traveling Vaudeville Villain
Who don't give a flyin' fuck who ain't not feelin' him
Watch what ya dealin' him, ace, king, death card
(and dance like who?)
Dance like the freaks (now what you came to do?)
I came to shake, shake my booty down, hype the party (set it off)
I'm
(Dance to the blues)
We was bumpin' and jumpin' and thumpin' all night long
She started dancin' when the music kicked in
Joined right away by five of her
Good luck no
After party today
Red hots
No gots
No thots
Straight shots
No plots
Dirty pots
No love me
Me nots yo'
You got your 9 to 5
Babysitting
my pants
Blew me up now they won't play wit me Lance
I swear to God I won't save em a dance
And I'm living my life
Tryna get it right
Pulling up like
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
songs right there, Murders and Losfer Words, you
will not have heard anywhere else, even on the Live After Death offering, because it is not recorded
I'ma be alright
If you want it, you can take it, yeah, driving ninety-five
All the way 'til the morning, we can watch the sunrise
We can dance through
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance
Same song, new dance, ho
Ho
(Wait a minute)
Same song, new dance (ayy)
Same song, new dance, ho (man,
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Mark it as another project in the books
Another album where I wrote all of the verses and hooks
A fuckin comeback, one album after another
Producing
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