Lyrics:
want all the smoke like a chimney, ah
Calico .44, got it tucked in my coat, ho
The .40 bounce him off the ground
Bodies bouncin' up and down
'cause one who fronts is one who dies
Smoke buddah by the mic, just like a barracuda
Flush the Cru to the ground like Roto Rooter
A fight, a fight,
the brain matter out your ears,
And leave the bloodiest crime scene the mother fuckers seen in years,
I can make it thunder
Kaboom
Shake the ground
open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't nobody in the crowd
They
Leaders
Of the School
I bust a door open
Stomped a hole in the ground
And left the floor smoking
Then I said
Hold it down
Rolling loud
I'm rolling by
Ain't
and relaxin
Get up, and move your body
'Cause party people
It's time to party
It's time to party
It's time to party
It's time to party
Yo P break it down
to Jodeci
Michael Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike?
Ass cheeks painted white, fucking Priscilla tonight
Flying down Sunset smoking crack
a stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she pop that catalogue
Shake it off (shake it off)
Shake it down (shake it down
and a rifle
It's like I'm at the studio with Michael
(Michael Jackson)
You can hear me dancing on the beat
Bam Bam 'bout to put a mansion on the beach, uh
hate us you can't resist
Nine nine hit the rewind,
MJ and the five and we still got the vibe, come on
*Let's dance let's shout,
shake your body down
The way you dey shake your body oh
Shake your body oh
The way you whine up your waist now
Make me go crazy now
Girl you need cool down
I dey feel your
down
Just want to see you touch the ground
Don't be shy girl go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
Excuse me, beg your pardon girl
Do you have
pass nine, wrap five
Drive by in the light of day
Fuck her to the beat of the bass
I get paid for breaking your atoms
I'm a smooth criminal, Michael
got shot, it's murder
Who the fuck killed Michael Jackson, his physician?
He died slow in his music, you ain't really listen
Now his daughter gettin'
the one
And if today shall be my last then motherfucker turn me up
Turn this shit up
Put that shit down
Make this shit jump
Feet off the ground
I feel my
your hands yea
The way you do your dance yea I'm in a trance yea
Ass so fat she might rip her pants yea
The way she drop it down yea to the ground yea
your vicinity from now until infinity
Burning it down, we build it back from the ground up
J vigilantes are back on a round up -
But we're trying
To the D-A-Y-T-O-N A-V-E
So just shake your body and don't you quit
Other cities say they're number one, but that's hoeshit
(chorus)
Where the fuck are you from ffffff
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce Springsteen
pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't
pecker, I'll bring the wood
The bells are wippin' and rippin' at your body and soul
Why do you like Cool J., we like rock and roll
Cause it ain't
T-Rob Beats
They can’t knock me down Why ?
Cause I stand my ground yeah
They tryin ta jock my style Why ?
Cause I’m the golden child yeah
They can’t
and we made him deleted
41 and we still undefeated
Get on the scene, make it hotter than phoenix
Michael Jackson, she want me to beat it
She a baddie
than the
Dollar bills in your salaries
Snapin' these bitches into reality
Cryin' and pain, blind by the chain
Niggas can't deny the reign
It's a shame
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