I guess I'm darker than the shadow of the darkest alley, that they always scared to go in, Boo! I wear boots and beads, bags and braids, stick and scrolls
Z-Ro, Z-Ro... [Z-Ro] 24 up in this game, and I don't own a damn thang Just a bunch of bags receiving blows, trying to maintain Dealing with insanity,
4 side Can u picture it? Matter fact picture you and me living it. [Hook] I know I'm just a youngin' But girl I'm in a good groove, right zone I just
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
autographs 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
Buck, Queen Latifah and Keyshia Cole) [Intro: Keyshia Cole] Eyyy-yeaa... (Oh yeah) Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah... Heeeey, yeah... [Verse 1: The Game] The duffle bags
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
Nicki been hot since you rock shell tops Yessir Ha ha ha ha Gotta laugh at that Bitch give me the ball I'm a pass it back Spit nothin but crack got bags
my man Evidence. "Amsterdam was stuck in my head" The world Layover Tour. 2009. Straight up. "Oh, it's a kind of stupid groove" "Amsterdam" [Verse 2:]
hell, once in my life I'll take a ride on the wild side" You were so full of yourself But damn, were you cute, as well I packed my bags, I liked your
(feat. Nelly) Aye bend that ass over, and let it move back Come kick it wit me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me Show it to me Give it to
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
But I still thank God for the little I got [Chorus] I don't stop rapping to the musical beat And I'm in the mood to turn you on In the groove thats
(feat. Kev tha Hustla) Yea Gettin more scrill, deal or no deal uh Yea, chubby bags Heavy hustle, course the gang, uh [VERSE 1] On, and on, and on, and
the heat Ain't scared of the motherfuckin police [RZA] Yo, yo Guns jammed up, I'm cramed up in my lab Six niggaz, six bitches, two fifths and eight bags
Aye, bend that ass over and let it move back Come, kick it with me, I'll get your groove back And give it to me, show it to me Give it to me, show it
