dance, gotta dance 1 - Ain't no use in holding up the wall Come and get that body on the floor Baby, lose control and scream and shout Get your boogie
house tonight Felli I think we need to hit ?em off something, proffer something Ok, woo They call me Diddy DJ Felli Fel Testing 1, 2, 3 Testing 1, 2
roll (You, you) Snap and roll (You) I'm outta control (You) I do my thang (You) Let's crank it mane (You, you) Gettin' boogie folk (You) Walk it on
(Inaudible) Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes. And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number
tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric boogie I
all that shit, son The crown and all that knawmean? I rep N.Y. The Boogie Down, baby, L.V., R.C., Rezz Crew MC, Terror Squad, baby, this is how we do 1
Ladies and gentlemen The party will continue In 5 4 3 2 1 Party ain't over 'til 6 o'clock But my man got the hook up at the Marriott We can scoop somethin
a day Hin an ala zae. *(Christion Numskull Yukmouth)* One (echos) (Drink A Lot.... all day) Two (echos) Five (echos) (Smoke A Lot.... all day) Twenty (echos) Verse 1
Ladies and thugs Please report to the dance floor It's Ying Yang Twins and we're about to Take over the game, game, game, game Say 1, say 2, say you
back I said my niggaz don't dance we just pull up our pants And do the rockaway (YEAH!), now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back [Verse 1:
Chorus: Party Arty Check it out huh, this is how it's going down From the Boogie Down, brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x) Verse 1: A.G.
Spaces and places we fly Kicks are for places and spaces we fly Space and all the fat places we fly Butter, baby to the jet in the cut, dig it Boogie
Rock had emm all, I gots the ball And roll a little panthers through these project halls The 3 color flag can't hold my baggys sag 7 1 8 to omega Black
grapevine How much longer will you be mine? And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama 'Cause Bertha Butt did her damn boogie
And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin' emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit! IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!" [Verse 1: Bun
1, 2, yeah Yeah, niggas don't know about Fatback With the different color records they had back in the days You know what I mean, the belt driven turntables
Luda, I'm so true to smokin' that stanky buddha My panky shinin' with diamonds, my index on a Ruger I wet these hoes in they seat so just call me Freddy Kruger The Boogie
yo, I'm over here yo Shaq, where ya at? Phife Dawg, I'm over here yo Shaq, where ya at? I'm over here get on the microphone and just rip the track Verse 1