Lyrics:
Baby move your body
rock to the rhythm now
rock to the rhythm
rock to the rhythm just rock
just rock rock rock to the rhythm
we gon take a shot take
a mishap
Ray Chris they ain't gone get that
Hold up, I go nuts
Tell the po-pos I'm doing donuts
I'm a retired hoe
I ain't giving no fucks
Take hold of your
young ladies that's drivin' Miss Daisy
Drivin' me crazy, rock the beat baby!
Hop up out the 'eer, she beat up the payment
I don't give a 'eer, baby he
by
That's O.K. - this nigga will play the role and
come again and take back the Earth another day
I'm a nigga baby, we some niggaz baby
Some do
Mango! Bitch
They say they wanna live life
Like some young rich niggas
Let's show these niggas what
The fuck goin' on
Say you wanna live like
thought I'd see all this
I was on the scene baby you know you could call Chris (Wooo)
My whole class hit my line After school (After school)
What we doing?
Young nigaz chasing mother fucking guap
Get it then i flip it
I want mother fucking rocks
If she pretty ama hit it
Then i give that bitch back
test tube baby}
Check one two, check one two
De La Soul, is now back on the map
Long Island, is now back on the map
Good rap music, is now back
always pay
I love that little pretty face
I like the way you rock that lace
By my side you always safe
I don't see no other place
So baby tell me what you
didn't care 'bout nothing
Sucks hanging, we just some young niggas
Out the bottom, got it from crumbs nigga
Now it's 250 in the slum nigga
Pocket full
I mean it
Yea
I mean it
Yea
I mean it
Yea
Heart drop when you pass my eyes
Baby I can't let you pass by
When we together I can it see it in your eyes
Let's rock Let's go
Let's rock Let's go
Get ready now, time to party
Come along and shake it
everybody
Everybody lovin' it YES
Never too late come
the dark
Baby girl, I worry about you, you never talk
I guess that's the way
I guess that's the way
You're all alone
Does she love you, you'll never
the spleen
You still on fire baby
I see you out there chasing new things
You know i'm proud so we smile
And you the g.o.a.t. this for the family
Get it by any
I'm sayin? Holla at dem boys!
It's - Young J-A-Y
Gutta Gutta fuck anotha busta
Tryin' knock my hustle!
I hit the strip ey'day I
Got the hustle cluckas
a bottom baby running loss
Came from the bottom, Never had Nothing
I was pushing rocks
Tryna get the money
All I ever wanted was to count the Hunnids
Till
baby!
I love women so much, I have one,
Luda!
Chris breezy, this too easy,
Sg what up!
hating badly
You so damn fine and I don't need no jewelry to shine
I'm quick to kick a rhyme, grab the lime, check the time baby
Rock it, work it, move it
Desperados
What nigga (bounce)
Uh huh
It's Unlawful baby
Check it (check it)
We hot nigga
From the bottom to the top we got a lot of props all my
all you can B
Tryna find my path it be hard for me to C
Baby shot her shot and I gave her hard D
Pockets on E bitch you cannot F me
Og F with me, young
louie bag on your neck
Baby remember before you had shoes
When yo' life was filled with nothing but bad news
See everything I rock and wear is handmade
big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like
the fuck y'all gonna do?
Nothin', D2, Drama, yeah
A Dedication, rest in piece, my nigga Proof
Rest in piece Big HAWK
I'm on that Chris Rock
you
I'm from the bottom to top, like my homey Chris Rock
But with all these retards, it's hard defending hip hop
Yo fucking these labels, they ain't
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