Lyrics:
move, he'll shoot you
Shorty so wild, she give me a loan
I know she gon' suck on my ruler
Ain't see her in a while
By the time I got back, I can say for
crazy
By the way I'm moving to the beat
You're standing on the wall
What you come here for?
You're gonna feel the heat
Dancing next to me
If you
self
I’m getting back to my self
Before I go ask a nigga for help Ima go get the bag by myself ugh
I’m getting back to my self
I’m getting back to my
Ah ah, ah-ca ah-ca ooh, ah ah-ca ah
Ooh, ah ah-ca ah ooh, ah ah-ca ah
So it's back to the block time to play
It's time to go on the
Bus the train
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Goin' so way way way back
Goin' so way way way back
I've been on the way, way, way back
But I'm feelin' so starved to find you
Just makin' this shit
permanent
Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it
The course of rap I'm turnin' it
Back to that good old fashioned way
permanent
Don't you think by now the number one spot I'm not concerned with it
The course of rap I'm turnin' it
Back to that good old fashioned way
sound selecta must pull up dat
(bo bo bo bo bo bo bo bo!) yuh see di dance hall packed
Nuff shot fire till somebody lay dung flat
Hey! and if yuh
Take it back, take it way back
Take it way way back to the first black man
Long ago before the white man could paint
The black man with a gun in
eat a dick
You be a bitch ass can see the
Grim Reaper, your life will be much deeper
Murder your fam 'cause I
Guess that's much cheaper
Get bodied by
of the ceiling, BO, BO, BO, BO!!
[CHORUS 2X]
Hoo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ha, Busta Rhymes, Lenny Kravitz, Make Noise now, c'mon!
From the streets,
frail
On inside mother's womb, Baby braille
c silent scream, a whispered yell
By what could have been, unborn trails
Smoke spirit like embalming fluid
em lost by the time I hit the high way
see-Bo the bald head nut
Fish tell them in the cut
House parties, I cut the motherfuckers out
And bust caps
ARTHUR: Yes.
DENNIS: But all the decision of that officer have to be ratified
at a special biweekly meeting.
ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: By a simple
Yeah...you need another will now,
'cause we're back with another MFC joint...hell, yeah...bo!
Oh, what is wrong with me?
Is it the way that I am,
model thangs see I'm good with the weapon plus I really don't like you nigga you whole crew can't bust and I felt that shit way back when you was down wit
VooDoo
Bo Roc-
See when I grab the microphone MCs I be breakin em off
I leave em lost, excuse me I have to cough
ah, back again when I bend like
and walked off
Left KC with his dick hard
All caught up in his thoughts
Swimming in shorty like a lifeguard
End of the night
Niggas parting ways
Bo and Ace
And just kick it like Tae-Bo
And possibly bend you over
Look back and watch me
Smack that, all on the floor
Smack that, give me some more
Smack that,
down witcha
Back at the high, '84, '85
Lunch time at the break, hip-hop kid live
No jive, I see Boogie be and Commando
Valentino D, we all had plans
up, move it, don't break it)
Big all the way (come on)
(Bruk it up, stick it up, move it, don't break it)
Yeah (come on)
(Bruk it up, stick it up,
Uhhh
Look here man
My flo embodies the work of a Ferrari made,
Park it by the gas tank then covered it up boy not worthy to see how I stunt in these
to marry me
And the look on her Daddy's face, really was a sight to see
He said
Get Out of here wit you, and don't you come back no more
Get Out of here wit
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