Lyrics:
the home of the bodys check the murder rate,
Money is key the only thing be the murder case so you better kill him
If you don't want him at your court
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
the finest team
Came to do my thing, I ain't never gonna stop
Step by step I made it to the top
Here's my sound and here's my steps
Time to get up, move with
And we ate peaches in this very place
The juice was running down your face
I poured coffee from a flask; it tasted funny
And then we tried to make
space or whatever
hold on to your seats and buckle up
straight up ahead is one giant rock
---Collision---
now's not the time
to worry of the things
Niggas moving work and use to bang by the store
I never been a pussy I never been a hoe
Only thing I know is how to make a fucking play
If a nigga ever
di pussy dem
Watch di ticker
In a kicker
Par wid a friend
Browing by me side
Me no beg no friend
Quick fi take your life
If it have fi end
Give mi di
gotta let it show
In your actions in your words
The games are for the birds
Outlining ya curves
While we twisting up the herbs
Nah this feeling not
thing, tear the motherf**kin roof off
Who cares what they think? get your groove on
I'm feeling fresh as a fresh as a newborn, oooh
Posted with my people
rambler with a handle
On my own
I hate seeing people famished and too anxious to say a word
My voice is the hammer
Your dome is the anvil
The sword being
got the love
Don't shake me by the hand
Pretend to understand
To get into my mind
You got to get into my groove
Step into my shoes
Come and feel
got the love
Don't shake me by the hand
Pretend to understand
To get into my mind
You got to get into my groove
Step into my shoes
Come and feel
we're the flu to you're well
Brewing a groove brand new like your cell
Smoking on glue residue on my nails
Time to excel I prove it myself
OZ working hard
caught in my head just singing
Singing these words, I'm
Seeing in birds eye
Gold face with some words by
Yours truly, what you want me to prefer you by
No
wanna be my queen I'll be your musketeer
If you want me I'm gonna love you all night
You just have to call me and I'll drop by
You know I will do it just
dip
To yours or mine?
(Uh, oh)
[Pre-Chorus]
Fantastic, like magic
The things that you do
It's blasphemy, so nasty
The way that we groove
You want me,
They say the chance
Would be a fine thing
Strike a chord and alarm bells ring
Fly on the wall
Caught by the wing
Grabbed the hornet
By the sting
believe it
The way you move is kind of freaky
But I really dig your style
I wanna see you shake that body
And get it on tonight my baby
Girl
to calm this
Brother from Brooklyn, made to fit a groove
And prepared for the unexpected, to make a move
So put up your girl, and let's see who's in
as long as you shake that badonkadonk - behind
The fault, dear funkateer, not stars, but in your funky self.
Thou can not be false to any mans quirky
hard. 'cause I can ball dope and get paid
like a muthafucker gotta be another way to pay
T. Tucker used to roll twenties by the ounce (ounce)
My
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove
Ah-ah, child, way ya shake that thing
Gon' make you burn, gon'
2 Swishers rolled up by my shotgun rider
Too lit I never hold up, never see me get quiet
2 spliffs got em rolled up while I rule my empire
I'm too
Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move
Gon' make you sweat, gon' make you groove
Ah-ah, child, way ya shake that thing
Gon' make you burn, gon'
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