Lyrics:
dance I need a P
I Boogie the money I gotta achieve it & if that's the beauty of it I'm a beast
Don't fuck with my mama Don't fuck with my brother
Don't
loungin with his brother
Everybody strapped with a vest and a rubber
Just in case somebody's girl got hot
But she was bagged and ragged in the club by a big
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips
Taking sips of an Amaretto sour with a twist
Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline
Putting
the microphone quick fast
Brothers been tryin to diss for years
As long as I'm respected by my peers
And get cheers - who the fuck cares?
Yeah, I'm weeded, but
and or maybes
At the ? and the A-V, the O-U-R-B-A-BE
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be
Down with Sha-ka-ottin, pimp or, man, they
boss defeated
Then I'll execute a dance move flawlessly
With Aku Aku, I'll sock and bop you
Gonna start by stomping on Papu Papu
Knocked Ripper Roo off
took over my price by giving His life
Yeah right then He must've been white 'cause he got hoodwinked
Bamboozled you tell me which brother you think
Would
hitting wit mittens
I'm missing wishing man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve
hitting wit mittens
I'm missing wishing man listen
I glisten like sun and water while fishing.
Bust the move and then swerve
Serve words with nerve
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
Here's another day at the stoplight
I'm looking in my mirror so I can see who can see me
South Central is putting Ice Cube to the test
With four
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
came off their crib
The rhyme reck'ning grows as the roof gets phrased
It's just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans
Orchestrated by
came off their crib
The rhyme reck'ning grows as the roof gets phrased
It's just another scene the Brothers had to put bun cleans
Orchestrated by
of many
Like a piggy bank, this is one penny
My brother's name is Kenny
That's Kenny Parker
My other brother ICU is much darker
Boogie Down Productions is
can ride the boogie
Share that beat of love
I wanna rock with you (all night)
Dance you into day (sunlight)
I wanna rock with you (all night)
eating
The flesh of your dead brother
By the words of Allah
Ring the alarm you ain't asleep and
Time's robbed a collage
An Illustrative conceptual
Montage
with no faking
Ghetto to my marrow, then
Ease on back to Crooklyn
Hold it, as loot in my timbs and army suits
Parlayin where Malcolm stood, now brothers
by three one and a half will keep you straight
Quadruple that and six whole thangs look like you gaining weight
2) For goodness sake forget
from my brother to my weed man
Did I disappoint you by not living to potential
Did I say "cuz" too much
Did I offend you
Did you really fuck with me
somewhere overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem sick
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your pants
We call that Jelani, get it?
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
lunch and dinner
Moved with the yay', Kris Jenner
South Bronx, Bronx boogie, Dirk Diggler, Boogie Nights
Money orders for my dawgs in the feds doin'
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