book and a biro and a point to prove And now you want a word Washed all the wisdom out of your mouth And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip Quick
and a biro and a point to prove And now you want a word Washed all the wisdom out of your mouth And gas danced on the edge of your bottom lip Quick
bitches like we always do My desire to retire grow with every new crew 'Cause these guys just don't ride like my nigga, you too Tight jeans, funny haircuts, dancing
Say aah And we don't buy no drinks at the bar We pop champagne 'cause we got that dough Let me hear you say aah If you want me, say aah Shawty, dance
'm layin' I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin'? Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor Party on the dance
hustlin' I feel good, I'm so good Man, I rose from the bottom and it feels good I'm a introduce to you a new dance It's called the money dance You pull
Got a full tank of gas Places to go People to see That I don?t know Fresh air New ground to walk on Got the warm sunshine Tugging at me The road ahead
"Brown Brown Brown" [Kardinal Offishall] Word, this is for my brother in my Circle (niggas) F.O.S. Paranormal Circle (niggas) You pull the trigger, I pull the caps Flow gas
real rude But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl You know that it's on, know that it's on I peep something comin' towards me on the dance floor
Hello, hello, yeah, yo where you at? Yo I'm at the airport I just got back from Paris Had this girl dancing for me and shit Oh word? Yeah where niggas
here [Foxy Brown] Is the official ladies anthem Ladies, I want you to put your drinks down Pull your thongs up And grab the thuggest nigga on the dance
a thing, throw it out like rice Been around the world, cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits, squeeze on my ass Gimme some, step on the gas Pop the
'm ridding dirty, my dick clean She talk dirty but her mouth clean Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream I got thirty cars, whole lot of dancers I take
New York City, N.Y.C., pretty mean when it wants to be Black leather, knee-hole pants, can't play no high school dance Fuzz tone, hear 'em go, hear 'em
? [Jumping Jack Flash/The Rolling Stones] But it's all right now, in fact it's a gas. But it's all right--jumpin' jack flash, it's a gas, gas, gas! [
, baby, you know what it do (I'm throwed) I'm fresher than the fruit bowl, leanin' like a gas gauge Straight up off the dome, freestylin' like hair braids Makin' that candy dance
an amassing armor It?s building you into a bore Life?s a match in a gas tank Don?t ever mourn the ebbing tide Just dance on fire And enjoy the ride,