Lyrics:
Told me that her favorite songs by the city girls
You know me I only hang with the pretty girls
Short girls, tall girls
Big girls, skinny girls
I could
Choppa in my hand oh
It gone make you dance uh
Make a nigga ran off
It gone make me dance uh
Got no time for stand off
Got no time for hands off
Yea
Feels Good
Dance wit me y'all
I tap dance on any beat shawty
I talk up
I don't retreat
I lead with peace
My time here I hope they preach for me
rich and have a lot of fans
And lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
To be number one - and loved by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closin' time.
The dance floor silly
The ladies goin' feel me
The fellas in the back and they twissin' up a filly
Get silly [Repeat: x8]
The dance floor silly
listen twice
Three - Look deep inside
Boxes are filled with answers don't just take anyone you like
Uh - Rodent's Cyco
Cyco Cyco - Cyco Overload
Here
thousands seen early graves
Victims of worldly ways, memories stays engraved
All my live brothers, is locked down with high numbers
The young hunger,
the diamond sky
With one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory of fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me
with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget
Devo with me just like he my cousin
12 bitches with me they come by the dozen
They know a young nigga hot like a oven
12 bitches with me they come by
west and along with myself I found love
Packed my GLC with a guitar and a dream
Drove 3 days to find my liberty
You know I'd never know
Who I'd turn out
outta the man
Get me back to my
Roots, boots, cowboy hats
Pick-up trucks with beer in the back
Good old boys pickin' guitar Saturday night
Cornbread, two
how it feels though with that blinding lightning flash, I'm all alone now but I got my guitar, let's think about some stuff we can smash.
I slept last
alive with a quick high-five, and take a cab back to New Orleans
You gotta step out on the town sometime
Believe you me if you like
A horn man named
the alarm for the storm and the calm
We're all getting eaten by the telephone
Under the dream of a man in the sea
Lies a postcard written for Eleanor Rigby
dance
Take a chance
I could be you're fucking man
I won't let you down again
In a flash baby you'll be gone
That's why I sing all these songs
You won't be
Can I dance?
Oh, oh, oh, aww shit!
Big Boi, Big boi
What if everything you ever knew or known was lost
The needs tend to freeze you when you
and life hey!
Tell dem fi cool cah man a ragga ragga
Tell dem a school man a carry dem inna
Moses rule with di ancient dagger
Mi seh eyes a rasta man
In a far away land, not so long ago
It was ruled by a man, who had ruled it for ages
The people had enough, we can hear 'em now
Give us democracy,
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys
Tora, Tora, Tora, out with the boys tonight
What d' you say
Tora, Tora, Tora, where's my old man
Tora, Tora, Tora,
your glass to the future
Let's drink and dance
Drink to the end
Come as you are
With pictures of you
Pictures of youth
These pictures break me down man
Had to use the rent for the pack
Had to flip a cent to a stack
Had to do my dance like jack
Had to take a chance while it lasts
Man I had to get this
Special request to the mountain
The man death resurrected by dub
Special request to the ocean
The water deep and the rhythm lift up
Vibration loaded,
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