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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Mar 12 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.12.22.16.29236]] |
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Easy does it now, let me show you how the boogie guides yo' feet, A-one left then right, bring your heel tight and milk homeboy beat. Put an arm here and let your ass steer and move yo' hips around, Phat circle, yeah, jerk it; now wider an' work it to a P-Funk sound. Throw tonight out, turn the light out and strip yourself to the bare, Say see you later 'cause baby we an elevator goin' all up in there. Wanna have control got to come out y'hole and live hard and loud, Are you that afraid of what yo' Mama made you can't do her proud? Don't care if you vanilla or bigassed Godzilla our love makes us one, Let your body flow like molten Tokyo get unloaded like Tommy Gun. It's brothers and sisters, senoritas and misters; no misrepresentin', If you close your mind you one of the kind we send to San Quentin. Now we got ask are you up to the task of statin' yo' business here? 'Cause pressure's mountin' an' clocks are countin'; you got my ear. Awyeah, that's the word I thought I heard when you first come in, Got to be together no matter whether or not we see another again. Make this easy mood become superglued to the best we ever know, 'Cause I'm here as long as we down so strong God Himself front row. |