2 x2 + 1 x1] [Daddy-O] Ride along with the wave cause my tides never end Dippin through curves as I come around the bend Feedin you the floor, without
life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life
right now dont wanna do no talkinn [talkin] shortys so right i need to slow down [Kardinal Offishall] figure 8 good bodyshape when she on the dance floor
want it right now dont wanna do no talkinn [talkin] shortys so right i need to slow down Figure 8..good body shape When she on the dance floor, gyal
make ya bump ya bump (ohh) Yea, just do what you want Up in the club just do what you want Get into it baby, get off your stump Girlies on the dance floor
I could do Miss Suicide show me the way to go to the floor way down below it's just a trifle hunch, that I'll beat u to the punch
I walk, my way till now Deep to the obscurity Obliterating you in every way With my life?s insanity Battered up again I?m going right inside Curled up on the floor
one good look at me. Eradicate what you'll always be Your tainted flesh, polluted soul through a mirror I behold. Throw a punch, shards bleed on the floor
sweat Hey!! I I be on that wake up in the morning Shawty lets work Gotta put it down on the drop on the clock Be the last one to punch out first A little
: Back on my day shift, I got my tools and my lunch box I'm on my grind, full time, but I never punch clocks I'm more than muscle, not a dumb jock, no
life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block, I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life
, A bottle of Whiskey At his feet, and a gallon of Porter At his head. And whack Fol-De-Dah now dance to your Partner, welt the floor, your trotters shake
back Tell a friend Whaaaaaaaa Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright
smell, while I'm rippin your wallet off And slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound
'm rippin your wallet off And slippin a Molotov in your Cocktail (take that) Burnin your contracts, punch your A&R in the face *punch sound* Smash
wife He's like Kim, he keeps comin' back for more But he won't fight back I cracked his jaw Hold up, 'Bis quit foldin' up! Punch me in the chest!
: I'm the illest rapper to hold a cordless Patrolling corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action
do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Pop the same shit that got Tupac killed Spit game to these hoes, like a soap opera episode And punch a bitch
