Lyrics:
Give me the cue
Skip the introduction
Proceed the lip function
The junction get rushed by some grimy people busting weed
Splatter your melons like
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
gettin' curious
How we still rejoice if the album gonna flop
Don't got a drop, top
I don't got a rock, watch
But I might dance I might pop, lock
Stay
Never been a fan of u, or a fan of ur man
These hoes got no chance
Rocks to big when I dance
Fall of like u, I got em shaking like hands
Nah, now
youth
I miss being surrounded by all my friends in some car
The time has come to dance
With my inner circle
Favorite people
I thought I caught your
a day, do it myself, and say fuck it
Twiddling my thumbs 'cause all week it's been done
Produced it, wrote, and mixed it by myself with the game
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Hip pop, they tap dance to sell a mil
While real emcees with skills don't got a deal
It's industry conspiracy to make us savage
Down by the reservoir
By the reservoir
I Stay up late every night with my best friend
And dance in socks to dust covered albums
I lie awake every night
the road is too steep, do you have the stamina
First album took us two weeks, since then we have been plannin'
An exclusive attraction, produce it to your
[CHORUS]
Here he comes, he can rock
He can break dance and he can pop
He can rap, he can act
& if it comes down to it, he can scrap
Hey there...
Galera - soccer crowds
Na madrugada - after midnight
A gingada - a typical dance/fight from the north
E'o Brasil - this is Brasil
Pais porrada -
record I ever cut was, um, "Get Up and Dance" by Freedom, nah I mean?
And then, you know I just basically learned from watching everybody
Doing they
I cry when I listen to your album
With a heavy heart, and heavy soul
It reminds that at times we all get lonesome
We don't know where we want to go
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
The first time the phone rings to my ear, I'm elusive, man
California saw me really fuckin' faded, man
Eye to eye in a passion dance
Secret boy
you
So, you see, they got together
These cats sure are funky
And they thought you might dig a little dance
Called the Double Clutch
You see,
you
So, you see, they got together
These cats sure are funky
And they thought you might dig a little dance
Called the Double Clutch
You see,
looking over me
Wind in my hair, I was there, I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red
You used to be
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight
twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth...
1, 2 Step
by Ciara feat. Missy Elliott and Jazze Pha
Album : Goodies
Submitted by : DHuynh
Corrected by : ah Sa
[Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen
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