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Glock bitch it came with extensions
Like who is you?
Nigga bitch I am never ever missing
Mr magic three swervo
Really bout that action
Nigga yelling gang

to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell

With you

Too Slow
Too Fast
Too Slow, Too Fast
Too Slow, Too Fast
Too Slow, Too Fast
Too Slow, Too
Pick Up the Gas

I wanna dance with you
And feel

drugs I go to the moon
Lil' spoiled bitch, 2000 on shoes
Walk in the club with one bitch, leave with two
By myself at the top like cocoon
When I'm in

Sippin’ on the branded brews
It’s useless, shawty I’m lucid (Sip, sip, sip)
Tell me can you feel it, let’s dance
Girl the rhythm in your pants
Understand

She said she wants to zanku
I told her to show me
Proceeded to slowly
Continue to dance to
The ivoire rhythm
With her hips and them
Licked her lips

[Intro]
(Yeah, yeah, skrrt, skrrt)
(Oooh, aaah, let's go)
Life, it's a wild chase, 
We race
Where dreams chase
We pace.

[Verse 1]
Where the lights

but i won't make a sound 

i'm hesitating
can't do this on my own
by what you're saying
i guess you dance alone
well i am waiting
one cigarette ago
i

(Chase Davis on the beat, yeah)

I need the spot with the pots and the pans (pots and the pans)
I got a stick that'll make that boy dance (make

fuck boyz inches on my nerves 
If I see one I Scratch it 
I don't Fuck wit them lil boyz 
Them lil n ratchet 
Light them up my rhythms 
Leave them in

Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

Digable Planets

Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space)

1993

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics

Rebirth of Slick (Cool Like Dat)

Digable Planets

Hip Hop Superstars of the 90's

1998

We like the breeze flow straight out of our lids
Them they got moved by these hard-rock Brooklyn kids
Us floor rush when the DJ's booming classics

grows passed the tree root made of concrete
But it grow so big he inspires lil me
I could grow like wheat I could leave the streets
And be anything you

You were my first love
Oh I can see you now
Oh I can feel you
Just like we were

Many years have gone by
Since I was your baby
Wherever you are
I

CH'yea
I see you
I got you dawg
Chaingang Entertainment
Mr. 407
The city's beautiful really
Yeah , yeah , hold on , yeah 407 yeah

Im just a grown

ma, no hands"
And, no darling, I don't dance
And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka
I think I deserve a chance
I'm a bad mothafucka, go n' ask them

control
Last time I checked
Overwhelmed
By the mayhem
Getting caught up
Just ride until the A.M.
Blurred vision
Blurred faces
My wallet and phone
With no

want to dance around but
I had no type of rhythm
Then I thought I should write
A song called sick pimpin'
Cause I know a lot of
Beautiful psycho

want to dance around but
I had no type of rhythm
Then I thought I should write
A song called sick pimpin'
'Cause I know a lot of
Beautiful psycho

coke from the sopranos
Then he sold it to joel
Silver before everything goes blammo

One script in the stack in
Which i wanted to act
Fuck rejections by

me, then she through
All these bitches, they comin' in twos Mr make somethin' shake, I don't play by the rules
We gon' camp on that block with the 9 in

else had
And by the time you got an AP, I was already on Patek
Crab legs and shrimp and we sippin' Chardonnay
They all on the drip, they envy me like

I know, you know
I ain't changed still ride solo
Antisocial
Know that I love you but I gotta go
Yeah I love a lil' different
Cause love as a child I

me like
Oh I might just jiggy on em
Hit my dance from side to side then
Do the milly on em
Oh you want bobby on em then hit
The toosie on em
It's mr