Lyrics:
don't care if your girls are with you, grab em though
And I got some dudes so it's not a big issue
Shake your muthafuckin' ass and get up on the dance
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.
Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh
Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door
Froggie went a-courtin' and he did ride
Uh huh, uh huh
Froggie went a courtin' and he did ride
Sword and pistol by his side uh huh, uh huh
Well he
Chandonin'
Long donging 'em down like Sean Michaels does 'em
I'm like a psycho fucking, sucking the butt like liposuction
Up and down with the tongue
Random!
Everybody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper? Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I
Hoping I never had to end up in prison
Cause in the hoods everybody's guilty
Just by association
They way the poles be posted
Waiting more like close
mostly by automated systems
Bonding on the dance floor
Real slow real slow
Bonding on the dance floor
Real slow real slow
Bonding on the dance floor
Real
Dance to my music box
Like a drugged up ballerina
Dance to my music box
Like a drugged up ballerina
Go big or go home
Put the radio on
Look
love watching you like TV
Come home, I got you on CD
I played you, I'm sorry, I mean it
Raised by a big ensemble of heathens
Faded, cause my head somber,
I stay up late in a jazz trance
The bass lines fuelling my dance
The music's controlling my body
Hovering and diving like a hobby
I stay up late in
had a pallet he made on the floor
I was on the couch
We was still doing ins and outs
Like Shh
Don't slam that door
(Shh)
Folks call me a "Big man"
But
special
On the dance floor
We go to work
Like a schedule
Skinny girls fat girls
White girls black girls
This girl that girl
cll around the map girls
You're too leary to live, but you not wan' die
All these MC's wit they fancy names and games
I know from the heart, that them not mean a thing
Big up
day all night all night
Big bands no rubber bands
Outside pull up she dance
Bands boy I feel like the man
Southside but we out to France
Im hit boy now
about a fucking lap dance
I need a yacht in the port of France
I j wanna ride with a lil bad bih
Smoke on a big fat splif
Young nigga trynna get rich
Baby
I heard you're feeling nothing's going right
Why don't you let me stop by?
The clock is ticking, running out of time
So we should party all night
I heard you're feeling nothing's going right
Why don't you let me stop by?
The clock is ticking, running out of time
So we should party all night
He had his hard hat, born ready for war
This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before
He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray
Blunted
by showing him a lewd dance and suggesting that he'd smoke a high-school diploma...)
Hey! wait a minute!
Hey this, this stuff...
I never seen one
Who is the man with the master plan?
DJ Mister Cee
Who is the man with the master plan?
He goes by the name of the Big Daddy Kane
Then it goes
been so hard
Since I had you, baby
Big Daddy Rucker is sho' nuff getting down
Ah now, this is a mellow dance
Ooh baby, ain't seen you in such
Fa shizzle dizzle, its the big Neptizzle
With the Snoopy D-O-Double Jizzle!
(Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
C-walk to this (Snoop dogg! Snoop Dogg!)
Yeah,
She came through the front door lookin' fast as a big train
Bookin' down the line
And she was lookin' fine
Long and lean and dressed to kill
.jpg/300px-Max_Carl_with_Grand_Funk_Railroad_(Florida_2010).jpg "Max Carl & Big Dance")
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