Lyrics:
off)
This the shit that brings the dead out (Fuck the Fuck Off)
I don't need a fuckin band for my beats
Mike Clark and me both bootin' your cheeks
a 12 bar rendezvous
Nothing's gonna bring it down, I'm telling you
Make up boogie's alright
A Rock n Roll delight
Hear the axeman with the silver hair
gonorrhea, or HPV
Crabs, or genital warts or herpes
And don't forget AIDS and HIV
If she said all of the above tell her come see me
Oh she got a flat ass, then
Boogie, rest in peace
Tr*yvon M*rtin, you won't
Kill me in this grey hoodie
They say that we live to die
But n**** I ain't dying
Before they put me under
is cheekage
I keep a couple casual bands just for the evening
Balling hard like Headband Mello I bring the cheese in
Every time they playing this song
You stood by and I believed
Every word you said
You ain't nothing but a con man. You thought you done
Left me for dead
Well here I stand
My mind is
don't want this shit
bring me back some cash
even dope fiend bitches try to get it for some ass
bitch I don't want no pussy
I don't want no head
I see
they gone blow
Love when you shopping and shopping some more
You hate when I say meet me by the store
Meet me at the door
I can't be serving these
move, shak, undi, shak, undi, shak
Feel the groove, feel it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down, bring
make change,
I could never boogie with nobody who don't bring, no-thing
To the table
Gotta move smart cause mistakes too fatal
Ma Mary told me where
got some bad news
Here comes the hit squad I got some bad news
Well it's the Boogie Banger at your service (service) my crew got
Niggas
Nervous
In the bed girlie and at work by nine
Put on the work force ridin on a iron horse
Bring it home to dad, the one piece cause I'm here
Workout baby doll
Meet me by the lights on 59
Bring your boom box
I'll bring the wine
We can cruise
Or if you choose
We can put on our boogie shoes
'Cause I just
kyass bish
Lemme bring it back yasss bish
Bo put me na d mampama kyass
Tay ah drown
Tay go underground
6 feet down
Ah go ol d chak crown
Mr booze anoda
Let me tell you something, you ain't saying nothing with your fussing
Now you got my cussing, bake you like a muffin full of stuffing
For the world
down
Like that
Telling me she down down down
Like that
What you gonna bring
Money ain't a thing
Baby I hit the mall and I spend On everything
Yeh she
Can I get a second on the dock
When you're trapped by the smoke in the atmosphere
Tell me how can I rewind the clock
When the voice in my head gets
I don't even talk I just vibe
I feel like boogie in the hallway
Niggas shooting shit in broad day
Give a fuck how you got it long as you getting paid
the subject
Cause its gets me hard
Every nigga holding
Don't mean he gonn arc
Any nigga that show it
Need to disown it
Or get it tooken by another who deserve
the groove - feell it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down
Bring it low
Close to the ground
Everybody just rock
Like this and like that
If this was Boy Meets World
You'd be my little Tapanga
Bring the private show to me
Wear them heels that show off ya ankles
I'm
his cousin
Yo family could be the opps
But you ain't never gon know until you bust 'em
That's why ion never trust 'em
Bitch show me how you coming
You
Boogie Man flow while I'm sneaking through your clothes
Mister Sandman, bring this bed wetter a dream
Turning on your nightlight, try not to scream
So unforgettable
Just know boogie gon get em all
And let's not talk about body count
Breaking down these bitches by the decimal
It's the strip club
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