move your body yeah yeah stretch your mind verse 2: get up on your feet (on your feet) and out in the streets this is a celebration put your body and
get straight to it, don't move, I've got the red beem on ya Bring how you feel, buster take it how you wanna Chorus: (B.G.) Repeat Verse 3: (B.G.)
China Man have them gettin' down low My boy King B was bringin' 3 mo Come one come all if you can hang But you gotta move somethin' to do the damn thing
, man or child Keep shakin' your head, like a goose And work your body 'till it gets loose Ladies, bend your back and also your knees Shake your titties
same song All all around the world same song [Shock G] I came for the party to get naughty get my rocks on eat popcorn watch you move your body to the
little bit louder Stomp your feet if you came to party We are in here and there ain't no trouble We just want ya'll to move ya bodies Clap your hands
the Benz and ending your sentence Born for criminal defendants Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine Animals move
Clair, playa haters better beware, 'cause we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got
from the bong with the April song With weed so strong, that knockout King Kong Hit it one good time? Your mind?s gone Your eyes get red, and your mouth
, dropped of ten birds 1996, January, the 3rd, I was in a Detroit motel with a trick thinkin bout goin out like Maserati Rick, our the Chambers family, Y.B
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: (RZA)] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
: (feat. Wu-Tang Clan) [Intro: RZA] Bob Digi, U G.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa
You fuck around and get your whole crew shot at, blaow Dare you to pop back, under cars, cryin' Tryin' to come up out that Eric B. when I cut, twenty
been my own employer Imma die a dope boy, always been a hustla, Started off custom now I (Say hello to my little friend) [Verse 2 - Bun B:] ....... [Chorus:] [Verse 3
White St. the time in D.C gucci tha ol' G they put me on T.V. I'm gutta like B.G. I'm reppin the B.C. the jealous ones envy cuz it's somethin against
busy [X2] Turn up your stereo,equalize treble Bass be kickin' stupid hard as metal On the mic tonight that's right your rhyme opponent M.C. Ice T just microphonin' 33 and 1/3
I've no time to whisper in your ear No time to remove our fears I just wanta get near Get butt naked and roll around Move our bodies like up and down Do that stuff that your
move on your mom's crib Think we got knives and guns? We got bombs, kid Blow up your whole block, ya hear the gunshots Throw you in the Syndicate cellar and let your body
