Lyrics:
[Intro]
("Get down!") Yessuh, (uh huh uh huh uh huh..)
Slip-N-Slide Records
Uhh, fin' to take it to da house
Just get on up and ("Get down!")
to a theater near you
To the U-A-C crew, nuff respect due
Do I do, where I do, when I do
I do do do, yo I do it on the ease
[Verse 2]
I be kickin' it with
"One-two.."
"One-two, shots to the chin.. knock you out"
"One-two.." "Devestating!" "On da mic"
"One-two.." "The maker, owner!"
"Come on, now
this batch white as the QAnon
I moved them four by four like a Rubicon
And the strength between my crew, man, it's too defined
Cops sweat us, my homies
his ass to the floor nigga
[Verse 1: Nell]
Dread life, Southside, nigga get your head right
Hopping up out, tote guns, those True's gon' meet you
crew, Dilated Peoples
We been to so many different places
I built with, so many different people
And I smoke
Bats with cats who opened up their sacks
Candyland, it's Slimm, the southpaw triggerman
Flippin' work and whippin' weight, rock up, roll and get the papes
Chop them hoes and then you skate, back
I know you need that
Good good luv that real love
I know you need this drive in you
So bae come back it up
Why waste your time with niggas that don't
My name is Mary and I'm from Greenville, Mississippi
But this is where I live here in this old folks' dormitory
Every Sunday night Sarah comes to see
Until your ambition feedin' your fam, listen, don't expect them to get your vision
When the shit bad live and you can't come through
Got the Rolls
breath
Two brothers back to back
Missing one brother but we'll finish the track
Me and my crew, we used to be so tight
But ever since he gone I keep
Playin it so cool, and still smokin
Locin up wit this tight, bright stallion, I had spoken
Chorus [x2]
Baby, come and get some
Mr. pookie, mr. lucci wit
pinky ring
Come and get the cuffs up off your bitch, she into kinky things
(Fuck that bitch) ayy, tell a bitch to leave me be
Why you rollin' reggie?
Bboys and bgirls, everyone even if you new
The sound pounds around
Profound ground found
Surround you with the crew
Get down with the grooving
Creating
thats how we reel'em in
Dont try to come up dappin me up dont give af if yhu be ken
They sleep on my success they kno im greater then they ever been
They
A GREAT ARTIST!
PRINCIPAL FRANKLIN: OKAY, I DON'T THINK WE NEED TO
CALL HER BROTHER IN ABOUT THIS.
I'M SURE THAT YOU CAN COME UP WITH A SUITABLE
rhymes
Definin through times, line by line guidin all your right lines
To find your right vibe to get your hussle up and find your right grind
Find your
test
Tryin to jest mess around
When surrounded by paramedics
Cops sayin tha press release
Addressed my issued blues
And payin dues to tha crews
Actin
Better jet so 'cause I won't let no hoes from the metro
Take mine "what up doe"
Come look son I'm number one...
"'cause I worked like a bitch to get
on drillings
Stepped in the dance with
The leng ones watching
Clocking a real bad boy cut thru
Burners and shanks get put into use
So don't get your head back
We're gonna go plat, you should know that by now
You're about to get your eardrums did in
By a couple weirdo Scandinavian kids
Here come the feared ones,
a scene from the Queen La La
Lovely and lyrically loose
But lady like
I'm too slick to slip up or get tricked by the shady type
Chomps y'all talk
at
yeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
(Tupac) even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah
Throw it up
and we said look at that fucker dance."
It takes one to know one
It takes two to tango
Three cheers for the DJ
cnd four on the floor
Five fingered
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