damn Rare-momma got down on her knees But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove You might cry to my political groove
got you in the zone, put your hands in the air See I'm keepin' all the party people in the place And I'll pull another playa's parts bags Send searchin
in the air We got you in the zone, put your hands in the air See I'm keepin' all the party people in the place And I'll pull another playa's parts bags
that it's to the point she wanna be me This broad is quick to copy every time I get a new weave Lookin' on the name of bags when I bring somethin' home
I could never wait for them weekends to come Dum ditty, dum ditty, ditty dum dum Boom, chick boom, the bass went On turntables fuckin' it up in Duke's basement Groove
ramblers and the early birds Best believe they coming, all they need is the word Where the fire at and they gone crowd your world Especially if you got big bags
stop for my gate With (? ) of break Marked niggas caught in, they try to win and get sprayed Rip the gates Go flip the page to chapter three First groove
heh heh heh heh [Afu-Ra] Yo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo Ayoyoyoyo ayoyoyoyo yo yo I float like a butterfly, sting like like a bee Muhammed Ali can't groove
here With my dawg Shadow Representin Beyond Entertainment In the house Makin all these phat ass tracks For the bitches For the hoes And the nickel bags
read a book about he a crook and no good That`s why he hidin` from Suge Why he had to pack his bags and move his things from the hood So scared he wouldn
flock To this here rhythm, music'll hit 'em, get 'em, my lyrics'll fit 'em When I get with 'em, girls, I'm in 'em, smokin' like bags of ism The one
two times if you druuuunk Got a bad bitch from the U.K. (Okay!) She do everything I say (Okay!) Go crazy when she hear music (Grove Street!) She got "Grove
chorus- -lord have mercy verse- Rotate the club Locate the love Pulsate with the squeeze ass Double g cans fatigue shafts Out your league math Jeeps crash dent like bean bags
Yeah, getting more scrill, deal or no deal, uh Yeah, chubby bags, heavy hustle, 'course the gang, uh On and on, and on, and on and We just drink and
that, coming at you so loud and clear so you have no fear we got The voice of the people's choice, the man with the plan who's got the The groove that
for the human Being, I'm g-ing, off like keying Or keenan, live ivory, waynan, who's slaying? A tv or movie, hit singles often move me Like groove me
hood Let's get this money, I know I would I know that's right but still we do wrong J-bo got thirty but still we moved on Get them clamps out, get my groove
to goin off She sweats the beat and ask me cause she puffed it Me I got crew kids seven and a crescent Us cause a buzz when the nickel bags are dealt