we call cars whips We slave for it How many times were you beaten by they tricks You lookin at an eclipse Faded dark spot in front of the light Shut your eyes
drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe
underworld See the titie klitie hootie boogie woogie wicked girl The sign of a pretty prickly ladies walking around with wicked souls Chasing their eyes
let your parents flash A splash bigger than whales, I'm makin monsters mash Spit Pinnochio's Theory when shit be looking weary I need rest, but I boogie
, raining deep in heaven I may have wasted all those years They're not worth their time in tears I may have spent too long in darkness In the warmth
Vocab, on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab) Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab) The Vocab we bring
wicked shit its time to get hot Bump your fuckin shit up for somthin wicked shit right Detroit legendary demon lopatara Staring you right back through your eyes
here yeah it gets stranger every year more news from nowhere more news from nowhere now Betty X is like Betty Y minus that fatal chromosome her hair is like the wine dark
, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie
on your mind! {We used to rock the mics in the park!} (Vocab) Vocab, in your mind! {We used to rock the mic after dark} (Vocab) The Vocab we bring is
set it!) [Lauryn "L-Boogie" Hill - Verse One] Yo, L won't take the mark though I swim with sharks I make the dark see the light Board the ark for forty
a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk
it back like a bike reflector Move with the word, observe the hidden type phenomenom Plaque playas of the dark age with they designer armor on [Verse Three: Swel Boogie
the Billie Holiday, Bob Marley in y'all Y'all feel most high when I be in y'all System, with the rhythm I up jump the boogie Shame I rely on record labels