Lyrics:
up, bottoms up
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (Get, get your bottoms up)
Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up
Keep it movin', man
Keep it
language of delight
Has been seduced by the dark side
We are the babies that they kissed
And ours is the flesh that they pressed
Yeah, they're good for
grabbed a pen
Then I double-checked it (for what?) loose ends
The object of a song is to keep your head movin'
Hope you find a good A&R man (haa)
A lot
over in increments
As I tighten in my vice like Miami
The super bad osu got you movin' to the power of the whammy
Get down, get down, listen
pieces
And make ya death the sweetest
Punch a hole through ya cleavage
By the way how was Jesus
I hope you been baptized
Fucked up and meet ya maker, with
All I ask from you is to be by myself.
Though I love you like nobody else.
I don't wish you no bad for doin' me wrong
I wish you'd just leave me
the rain wash me down let the wind come blow me out of
Town I've been lyin' down by the river for a long long time let the sun
Shine me up like brand new
mack
Niggaz gettin' crazy 'cause Ren is in the front
With supreme wisdom, puffin' on a blunt
Train by my side tearin' up shit
With his bulletproof vest,
I guess I make my way ok,
I guess I do,
I guess I get by just like you,
I'm keeping to myself though,
If you don't mind,
I don't want to leave
Gunz
Gunz
Gunz
Gunz
Gunz
Movin' and groovin'
And showin'
Ay yo I blast in the door,
Everybody get the fuck down,
Anybody move is gettin'
loved to rap, movin them thangs in the game like EA Sports
Takin' no losses or no shorts
But what came first, struck wit' a ghetto curse
Another
Askin' for motion on a road that doesn't end
A contradiction to our sleepy trend
She's been sanctified and glorified
Blessed by the hand of God she's
names
know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain
you know the motto
we live for today, there's no tomorrow
we're only makin' time for the hoes
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
Started off with opportunities I achieved real fast
At the park ain't no joke I started movin' quarters
Like a baller people watchin' it's my dog
So he
That isolating fan is movin left to right
Like its mockin me for coming here again last night
I slide from under your arm
You're still out stone
Head twisted, on the red, by vet bitches
Super fly son, movin my gun, born on the run
More to come, all in one, luxurious fallen on
Notorious baller,
it
And +I+ can achieve it if +I+ believe it
J for Jersey City got to holler at my home
K I keeps it movin okay I give it on
L that's Big L may his
Jake ridin' shotgun the whole of his days
Headin' for the Mexican border
Shotgun movin' to the rhythm of his range
Just to help him keep law
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
you young, you don't see how life can pass you by
You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not
This go back to ninety-three when I got
Calls me by my name
Now that I am in your fair town
You must do the same
For I'm a
Ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm
B.Y.T.
Slip pass security to be by me
And I might be slidin' that too, providin' I do
Invite your crew, and I'll invite mine too
[Chorus: Inspectah Deck]
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