Lyrics:
esepecially for me
By a boy from down in Texas, Willie and it accepted
So good on our dancers
We hope you like it, it's little different of what we normally do
gon' rip on you
Mask on, Rip Hamil', I got six dancers
Ridin' in a G Wagen, nigga, I'm a pit
Ain't I?
I ball around the three, bitch
I feel like AI he
illusion as we witness the chaos You bring
You spin the world with your fingers, Your silence is greater than sound
cll of Your dancers and singers are
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
I watch you passing by from my window
cnd I dream of your skin.
I watch you passing by from my window
With a dancer's step in the blue
of the human race
Wrecks and manta rays pass on by
Take a plane or a boat to the Tropic of Cancer
You've gotta be cool and a first class dancer
First class
handsome
Tell me why you love me baby never got no answer
Tell me why you love me baby never yeah
This one she a model
This one she a dancer
This one
Yeah, she think I'm a scammer, I got hoes like Santa
Show me what you got lil baby, come and be my dancer
Yeah, she know I got my bands up, she twerk
at yo body make you a dancer
Nigga I came from mud we ain’t just sippin on it
It’s ironic since a nigga came from nothing
Tryna make it out like a nigga
When I saw the Mexican Dancer
cnd we were holding oh so tight
From dusk ‘till dawn
From dusk ‘till dawn
I travel all the world
Margarita
See the morning dancer crossing the sky,
Turning gold to amber traveling by.
He must know the answer, he must know why,
Looking for an answer,
been gone
I've been right here by your side
There ain't nothin' but clouds
There ain't nothin' but clouds in your eyes
Why don't you believe it
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
then and listen right well
Come and hear the story of the Dancer, Her colours
The great bowl of Tea and the field, a field of Dreams
The Dancer looking
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
Tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down
By the morning I will be gone
I'll rip the plastic flamingo
Out of the astro-turf lawn
The dancer swept the white powder
Onto the floor
Slid off her
gettin' by
Yeah I'm drunk, I'm high, damn near gettin' by
Stand up guy, bet the mound from the ground
I'm a south side nigga, fuck around fuck around
[master p]
You know what?
This ghetto got me so crazy
My life, it almost feel like I'm a phone call or ring away from death
Ain't this fucked up
Big
I've ended up right where I wanted
What I wanted keeps me working, so you'll never see me parting
From this keyboard so almighty, hold me closer, dancer
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled
And socialist at heart
Traded England's iron lady for
A new world in the arms
Of the Battery, Manhattan
And the dancer by his side
One fire the New York City
Shine shine.
Shi-I-I-shi-shine.
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
Shine!
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
Isabelle is a belly dancer with a kleptomaniac's
wanna be a dancer
Patek on your wrist from a ball player
Dirty macking on my mind but I keep it player
Dior on your feet cost a couple grand
You just hit
On the trampled grass
Slippery and red
A dance of death is over
The dancer is lying dead
He is looking at the sky
With a happy smile
A pile
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