limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage gimmick, wimp out like never before Gonna jump like a flag, gonna burn like a pig Gonna flap around and pass out on
How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me say manymanymany How Many Mic's Do We Rip on the Daily Say me say Many Moni, Say me
Hha ah ha ah ha ah ha ah Mary, if you want to I wave my right I'll be on the corner Just passin' time No I won't, ever once, make you cry i hi hi Just
wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave Ride out the wave You had me holding on All of the time in place Ride out the wave Bury yourself
Happened one day in the studio Dancing around in a do-si-do The purple monstrosity was waving his arms We were falling victim to his evil charms He brushed
he came to life one day there must have been some magic in that old silk hat they found for when they placed it on his head he began to dance around
to make a sound Play to make a, play to make a, play to make a sound So I can do my little dance, do my little dance Do my little, do my little, do my little dance
[Lil Jon:] Let me see you throw your motherfuckin' sets up (in the sky) Throw your motherfucking rags out (wave em' high) Pussy niggas keep on eyein'
you that, We're marching on, (We're marching on) (We're marching on). For all of the plans we've made, There isn't a flag I'd wave, Don't care if we
like you don't care Gilde by the people when they start to look and stare Do your dance, do your dance, do your dance quick, mamma Come on, baby, tell
path Call me on the phone Or on the metal plane I'll be the freak you need I contain what U came 4 Come without karma To destruct the dance floor Rise
I felt his hand on my knee (on the screen) And I looked at johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame (in the heart of man) The waves were coming in
black And he waves goodbye to the town he grew up in Knows that he'll never come back Oh, but tonight, the sight is far below His heart is pumping blood On
tonight (2X) Wanna move my body, I wanna let it out tonight Wanna party, wanna dance Wanna be myself tonight! Hey! Fellas on the floor, all my ladies on
making my ends See I don't trip on a punk cause I jack him Too $hort plus the cuss words equals platinum What would I look like dancing on a stage I wave
dancing pleasure With our microphones 'cause that's what we treasure Now, the man, you see, who has hands of magic His name is Mr. Mixx, so come on an
the same now you the victim of circumstance charles ain't callin so you forced to dance Up in there prayin for a second change just wanna put back on