you do, See in you in the song, I ain't trying kill the groove, Know you turning down all them other dudes, But I, Ain't nothing like them, no Can't
them enjoy. 2) Them a opportunist, check Dwane Gordon and mi check Andrew Clunist, them hear the song yah and sey "is a hit tune this", them lock
than gold, stax, Keep it here Cuttin them tracks, relax Pop them fingers, play it barkays Jumpback baby Soul gotcha crazy Cold feet thanks For the groove And them
jumping And they played our favorite songs We were dancing all night long We were dancing all night long Music pumping and we're jumping And they played our favorite songs
down 2 nite. Verse 3: so now that i got her home im ready 2 get it on. ya high heels and thong baby drop that(uhn). im bout 2 turn on the song to
like . . . I tell you something. I hope it's not getting your kidney or anything like that. Aynsley: Oh look, keep, keep, just keep it high, just keep it high
But yet and still, I manage to keep the groove, smoove Rebel for wreck them rappers I dissect them 'Cause anything I say on the mic will affect them (
, ahhh I'm up all night and its no joke. Furry fool, break dance, take off your furry pants, take off your high heels, and put them in your ass. Now
the front door, asked her which floor I'm on I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on She smoke chronic, know the lyrics to all my songs It's like
up drinking such a lie what was i thinking Pre Chorus: I see them moving, see them dancing Yeah they doin' that I see them grooving poppin' bottles like its new to them I wanna join them
bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat and me, the groove
sick of the flirty dames now I'm sick of them kekos who kickin' their simile so similar to the mista I'm sick of them people that takin' advantage now
I hit this beat, just like a sniper Shooting, aiming at a target I never miss them, call me a Sargeant A Corporal, a General, a higher rank My rhymes
and let me rock the mic. Now throw your hands high in the air, everybody say: Oh Yeah. Lalalala lalala... lalalalla (Yeah just do it, do it, do it) lalalala lalala (High
the front door, asked her which floor I'm on I'm at the top, polo socks and pajamas on She smoke chronic, know the lyrics to all my songs It's like I
-da Well, here's a jolly good fellow without one flaw DJ, play my records till the cows come home What's goin on inside my dome? Needle to the groove
to debate with you I brought this to get you back in the groove This one is for the Arabics and the Jews Listen to my song, Slang Terra-Don Show em how
