baby. (Bridge: Layzie Bone) Now everbody got that jam that make you get up wanna boogy to the beat now. And if it wasn't for the drums and the strings
get her, I can M-I crooked letter If she with a nigga I'ma steal her, yeah a crook'll have her throwin up the E once the D get to cookin in her (Eastside
ya really want, what ya really need, pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed, girl I always pictured you in neon lights, big 44 double D's,
nigga blunt What ya really want, what ya really need? Pop the breaks on that shit and let's get keyed Girl, I always pictured you in neon lights Big 44, double D
still pimped out, still spit the shrimp out Still gangsta boogie, still knock a simp out Still hitting corners, still hitting switches Still on the Low with some bad ass bitches All loc'd
the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama Ridin' around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock were up to no good With the boogie
done, let me see that fiddle son And I sawed him off a chorus or two" He said, "You'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got The rocking boogie
done, let me see that fiddle son And I sawed him off a chorus or two He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got The rocking Boogie
your back Made u feel like a queen and all that (yeah, yeah) And after that we can hit the sheets (ha ha) Are u still down with me? Band bang to the boogie Boogie
Quand on deboule, tout se deroule, sur un air de soul. Voiture lustree, contact, un son compact. Les freres coiffes boogie, degrades, Pento, Soul-Glow
groove baby, groove baby call your mama I'm like Charlie Hooker baby I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie drama With the boogie
Cruisers You know I izzit the bomb digga-dee, bomb-bazee They can't get with the D-O double G You no o' me slash master ceremony Runnin thangs, pullin strings
em I take mc's to the war zone, and there I defeat em It gets much worse, with every verse As the f-r-e-d-d-i-e f-o-x-x-x, hurts! Punishes, stomps, smashes
string out de back? yow! dintcha get 'nuff 'buse fum de other bitch when y'was livin' i Card-bo'd hut? Rhonda: Harry...harry...hey! harry! fucking
Treat me like a hound You got to give an account Just what you Just what you'll do, now (harmonica & strings) I go'd out buy her Chevrolet Still,
