like a flower Let's dance, for fear your grace should fall Let's dance, for fear tonight is all Let's sway, you could look into my eyes Let's sway,
... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags and Benjis spreaded through the city The Lambo's and Bentley's sittin on 20s Thinkin back, when I had the fall
me to dance Said music was great for dancing I don't really dance much But this time I did And I was glad that I did this time And the song said "Let's
some drank and hit the floor I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo I'm finna get on the flo, I'm finna get on the flo She wanna drop & gimme
it's time to squad now Y'all then kick it up in the club don't try to run now He's saying thugged out but back in 88 bust I heard ya plugged out That's
bout it Now jubilee motherfucker you ain't bout it It's a third ward nigga it's a third ward nigga It's a third ward nigga and we bout it Verse one: {
parmesan cheese Death is a cold Lasagne Suspended in deep freeze Love is a fire of flaming brandy Upon a crepe suzette Let's get this romance cooking, honey But let
a world so silent and dark Well there's no doubt that life's a mystery But so too is the human heart And it was my heart's own perfume when the crepe
when you come to M.I. I'm gon hold you down, you know it's Freddy P Te hit man of the band, y'all know how I'm doing it now, shit I'm in and out them
I'm not Omarion but I could make you say OH Let's go from the Willow to the Ward Don't hold nuttin back ma, let me get it all [Verse Three: Tank] Let
you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't
dance New Orleans niggaz down to dance Tennessee niggaz down to dance Baton Rouge niggaz down to dance Arizona down to dance Houston niggaz down to dance Nebraska niggaz down to dance
don't know, 'It's yearn' is the same as 'it's yours' (Intro, some guy talking) Old school niggas. (IT'S YEARN!) True hip hop niggas. Ha, ha. (IT'S YEARN
me? [Chorus: Sera-Lynn] w/ P's lines after pauses [Sera-Lynn *whining*] I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talk-ing, real love I'm talking real love to you I'm
ma?, yo pa, yo gritty granny with her hose in a panty And a big behind like Frankenstein rock the beat down Sesame Street It?s your turn know let?s
the great Durante, that's better I'm the lazy lout who is just about to storm let's not storm But if baby I'm the bottom She's the one for me And I'
