Lyrics:
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
kitty pretty then let me see me bun off 1 cray then me jump pon the leads.
suh she drop drawz two big batty crown deh inna di yaad gyal a link up Cah she
are migratory?
ARTHUR: Not at all, they could be carried.
GUARD #1: What -- a swallow carrying a coconut?
ARTHUR: It could grip it by the husk!
GUARD
the jump bet I'm making a splash.
(Hold up)
Slept on me then, I'm forcing em woke.
crsenal big, got em dodging the smoke.
Think the feds watching, how I'm
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
The hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
move forward by the aid of symbols
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter
with the high-top fades
It doesn't matter if you're shy or wild
It's done by all, man or child
Keep shakin' your head, like a goose
And bob your body
Napoleon murphy brock (vocals)
Bob harris (vocals)
Johnny "guitar" watson (vocals)
Harry: (to thing-fish)
Anything you say, master! take me, I'm yours!
a shit show after switching the scene
Money pussy weed and everything in between
Supercharger under the hood of the chevy
When i'm set to go my foot is
Foot on the gas and I'm slamming my foot
Took off my mask I ain't jamming my looks
Got the cap I just needed to push
Oh my god all the seasons it
I´m afraid
If I jump in
I will lose my way
Where is the foot-way leading home?
Big waves are awakened by the storm
Where is the foot-way leading home?
him he wants to be free
He's got no one trying to help him or to save me
Raised by family but not his mom
Bobby at a young age was banished to Guam
And take any nigga in the click to the Super Bowl
And party like it ain't nothin
But most of my homies they done died over drug money
Like Bizzy Bob
went past, stitched up with the gauze
Gettin' drunk by the store, smokin' blunts with some more
Fraud ass niggas who like to front and big talk
Never
I'm on the road and I'm making it big
By living a code living a hit
Go make a note I ain't living legit
Gon get me a goat I ain't live in the grid
I got
ain't
Cause all I got on me is a big fat bank
And I hope I don't get robbed by you know who
Make me donate some G's to the boys in blue
And if I sue,
still might
Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write?
Sometimes it's hard enough just dealing with real life
Sometimes I wannna jump on stage
Ziggy Marley
I will relaunch the silent movie
Because Bob told me that it's groovie
And if you see that forty jumps of that children
We will act
divide you By any dividend
Silly is silly does feel me
I'm not big dot I be chillin' feel Me
Period and I get it in
A hundred rounds that's a lotta
Hand me the crown
Because im bringing the rock home
Its nothing do it big
Thats resembling pablo
On the edge like i walk wit my heat tucked
Trying
I said a hip hop,
Hippie to the hippie,
The hip, hip a hop, and you don't stop, a rock it
To the bang bang boogie, say, up jump the boogie,
Or I'll put my foot in your ass tonight
I'm outta sight like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big
good as soon as they jump we O D
Guns and drugs letting it pump to you O D
O O D O O D I'm from the ood
Where we head nod to hello
Step bob and tip toe
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