Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back Come, kick it with me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me, show it to me Give it to me, show it
Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to me Show it to me
on the track I got insect thoughts, catch the cool ways Clouds of purple haze keep me in a daze The jazz, the jive, the poetry The style, the lingo, the bags
goin' off She sweats the beat and ask me 'cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us 'cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt
until your hands get tired Rotate the club Locate the love Pulsate with the squeeze ass Double g cans fatigue shafts Out your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
sky from a G45 Can you picture it? Matter fact picture you and me living it I know I'm just a youngin' but girl I'm in a good groove, right zone I just
there are our employees They need to be catered, got their own nice bus They got worthy lives, thanks to us And this wait at the airport to pick up my bags
the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin' police Yo, yo, guns jammed up, I'm crammed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
places We've been near and far We have learned to count our blessings We have seen our guiding star Pick up your bags and get your ticket Don't hang
damn Rare-momma got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove You might cry to my political groove
got you in the zone, put your hands in the air See I'm keepin' all the party people in the place And I'll pull another playa's parts bags Send searchin
in the air We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air See I'm keepin' all the party people in the place And I'll pull another playa's parts bags
that it's to the point she wanna be me This broad is quick to copy every time I get a new weave Lookin' on the name of bags when I bring somethin' home
I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty, dum ditty, ditty dum dum Boom, chick boom, the bass went On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement Groove
ramblers and the early birds Best believe they coming, all they need is the word Where the fire at and they gone crowd your world Especially if you got big bags
stop for my gate With (? ) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove
heh heh heh heh [Afu-Ra] Yo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo Ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo I float like a butterfly, sting like like a bee Muhammed Ali can't groove
here With my dawg Shadow Representin Beyond Entertainment In the house Makin all these phat ass tracks For the bitches For the hoes And the nickel bags
