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Banda Shift

, When through the roar of his engine he heard somebody shout "Stand on it, come on boy, stand on it" Mary Beth started to drift, she hit the shift but

Make My Fists Wrap My Writs, Leave The Ring On, I Could Neva Get Enough Punch My Clock Clock My Grip Niggaz Tryin To Pull My Card, Stop My Shift Shift

When I raise my trigga finga all yall niggaz hit the decks! Cause aint no need for that, hustlers and hardcores Raw to the floor raw like Reservoir Dogs The Green-Eyed Bandit

Roll down the windows Don't shift in your seat I don't care if the wind blows I don't care about the heat All those John Woo showdowns Don't prepare you

Play C-3, let the song protest The plates begin to shift Perfect lefts come rolling in I was alone and far away When I heard the band start playing

rockers When I carry the ball, I stay be-hind my blockers I move swift, I needs no lift I don't have to riff because I shift the gift and now my name

it CHROUS You got that money Check Its in the bags Check You in the rental with them outa state tags You brought the chompers Check Them rubber bands

're happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun These are angel eyes Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same pose, are you ready for your day shift

happy here In a happy house Oh this is fun These are angel eyes Nights ends so much quicker than the days did Same pose, are you ready for your day shift