guitar - just to dance with you with you girl...Hey! Here I am - wanna dance with you I'm alright - I gotta dance with you I'm still here - gonna dance with you with you
do, let me show you You could rock my party, you could rock my party, you could rock my party You could rock my party, you could rock my party, you could rock
yellin' get on the floor Ima stone kold killa and I'm ready for more Duck tape ya mother to a chair rape her wit a plunger All because I'm just a ruthless motherfucker You
from my door! We got big guns in here, coke over there With blue bag and E pills stashed under the chair And there's Boss Hog black and white pit with
You buy your African beads from Koreans Africans, you walkin by human beings You don't know, you're so stupid Take the books you read you're still stupid
dance, I'm in the mood to prance You tried me once but now you're takin' a chance Because I rock with flavor, hard as lifesaver You asked for dope, ha
we get enough You know how we do it Feels so good to see everybody down with me Everything is alright 'cause we're groovin' to this vibe Life can be so sweet if you can swing with
pack Where I'm from, nappy hair is life We be reading Marx where I'm from The kids be rockin' Clarks, where I'm from You turn around your cap, you talk
I saw you, I see you too I peeped you out, oh, you watchin' me? I know where you go, no, you don't I'm watchin' you, so you say But I'm watching you too
ya trunk bobble with that extra bounce Make it touch the ground, then raise it up Like the garbage men do with the dump truck Ladies, hands up, let me see you
like a nut, don't give a fuck when I open ya up) Hot rocks fly from the back seat And busta ass niggaz run like a track meet And if you crawl in the
hair, don't you? It must be oh,-- so quiet you can hear the tick of the clock, But it must be fun to have nothing to do but rock, and rock, and rock.
paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast, you swing down hatin' me Now respect get your fingers off the glass I got my Uzi back you
paid retired now the nigga on smash Gash you out your burner fast You swing down hatin' me now respect get your fingers off the glass I got my uzi back, you
am, here I am With a choice between an also ran and a sun bed tan (And you thought, you'd found your own little look) How I misjudged, how I mistook (And you thought, you
in the bar Checking out each other Each and everyone Cooler than the other This is a place where everything is madness Dancing on the chairs Hanging
light that was sent here to guide you, forgotten the cripple asleep in her chair. You dance hand in hand - Bernard standing beside you, you're Ginger