Could I Ask You Not To Dance - Lyrics - Clay Walker

Title: Could I Ask You Not To Dance
Artist: Clay Walker
Composer(s): Ron Harbin, Aaron Barker, Anthony Smith

Lyric:
Now I really should have known that you'd show up sooner or later
Knowin' every Friday night they always have your favorite band
Though someone new is with you at our table
Would it be too much for me to ask, to ask you not to dance

Not tonight, not until, my heart's had some time to heal
Not right now, till I'm gone, I won't be here very long
And when I leave, you can stay and just dance the night away
But till then, do you think that there's a chance
I could ask you not to dance

And I saw you slip the leader of the band a piece of paper
I knew what song they'd play before he took it from your hand
I was wonderin' if you'd do me one last favor
And if the answer's no I'll understand, could I ask you not to dance

Not tonight, not until, my heart's had some time to heal
Not right now, till I'm gone, I won't be here all that long
And when I leave, you can stay and just dance the night away
But till then, do you think that there's a chance
I could ask you not to dance

Not tonight, not until, my heart's had some time to heal
Not right now, till I'm gone, I won't be here all that long
And when I leave, you can stay and just dance the night away
But till then, do you think that there's a chance
I could ask you not to dance

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Do You Wanna Dance - Lyrics - 98 Degrees And Rising - 98 Degrees

Title: Do You Wanna Dance
Album: 98 Degrees And Rising
Artist: 98 Degrees
Composer(s): George Brown, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Samuel Barnes, Ronald Bell, Jean Claude Olivier, Robert Bell, Bug Fix Eumir Deodato, Jocelyn Mathieu Gueridon, Laila Bagge, James Taylor, Anders Sven Bagge

Lyric:
Come on baby

Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance because I'm in the mood
I've been watchin' from across the room
The way you're moving, I could get into you

Tonight is the night I wanna dance with you
My heart is beating faster than I want it to
'Cause the music is right and the groove starts to move
Can I find a way to get down with you, oh yeah

Put your hand in mine, yeah, let me look into your eyes
Let's not waste any time, girl
'Cause this feeling's so strong that I can't deny

Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance because I'm in the mood
I've been watchin' from across the room
The way you're moving, I could get into you

I look in your eyes and my world starts to shake
Intoxicating me with every move you make
Come and get down with your favorite tune
I feel the need to get with you soon

Ooh, you're looking so fine, yeah
And I'm liking the way that you move
Girl, you're making me high
And there's nothing I wouldn't do to you so

Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance because I'm in the mood
I've been watchin' from across the room
The way you're moving, I could get into you

Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance because I'm in the mood
I've been watchin' from across the room
The way you're moving, I could get into you

So what you wanna do, do you wanna dance
So what you gonna do, do you wanna get down
So what you wanna do, do you wanna dance
So what you gonna do, do you wanna get down

Get down on it, girl, I love the way you move, baby
Get down on it, girl, I gotta dance with you
Get down on it, girl, I love the way you slide
Get down on it, now, won't you dance with me tonight

Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance because I'm in the mood
I've been watchin' from across the room
The way you're moving, I could get into you

Baby, I gotta ask you
Do you wanna dance because I'm in the mood
I've been watchin' from across the room
The way you're moving, I could get into you

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Don'T Fight The Feelin' - Lyrics - Life Is... Too Short - Too $Hort

Title: Don'T Fight The Feelin'
Album: Life Is... Too Short
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): J Brown, A Forte, J Goins, Kevin Mccord, Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
Say hoe, yeah you
Can I ask you a question
You like to fuck?
Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that
Will you like to make love?

I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and your so fine
Young tender, would you be mine

I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask and I sure won't beg
Reach right over and rub your leg

I let my hand slide between your miniskirt
Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work
What time is it, don't watch the clock
Lay back, baby doll and I'll rock the cock

Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man, I take you out to the finest restaurant
Buy you any damn thing that you want

You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose
But later on you're coming off with them pantyhose
You want gold, girl what's next
It's me and you, doing the sex

So now you know I'm just a freak
Give it up baby, I can't wait two weeks
I want it all, don't say I won't
Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't

Nigga please, you provoke no feeling
You must've forgot the girls of whom you're dealing
We haven't the urge to get busy
Like those dizy lizys who used to dance for you, your through

I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted
You're addicted to the words you inflicted
Time after time, line after line
Talking 'bout the bitches that are on your mind

Do they call you Short because of your height or your weight?
Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff
Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky
It's an easy task, to the corner 'cause the curb didn't want your ass

Your name is 'Yuck Mouth', you don't brush
Gotta cover your mouth like this
They call you 'Yuck Mouth'
You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss

You're a freak with no tale
You have no ass, class, you can't pass, your simply trash
You're a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home
[Incomprehensible] tights and Barbie from the dangerous zone

Like a short dogg that carries fleas
You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it
And grab it like you want it
The name fits 'cause your all up on it

Get mad if you want, I won't front
When it's time to hump, won't be no punk
Roll your ass over and tap the butt
Too $hort, baby all in them guts

I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet
Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet
It's just a freaky note, from me to you
At the bottom I signed it Playboy II

I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew
Like every other nigga in my crew
I bump hoes, now it's your turn
Tell me young tender when will you learn

I cold mack like pimps you know
Won't sell you dope or sell you blow
Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch
My gold rings come from spitz

Look, baby, you know what I want
You're acting like it's that time of the month
Are you bleeding, can't think about sex
Irritated by your Kotex

We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck
I'll pull out my dick, bitch, you can suck
Now here, don't say I won't
Get it, girl, now I'm telling you don't

Punk, I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer
And most definitely not a dick pleaser
You dreaming and scheming and fiending for my lust
You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust

Wait, small thing I hate
For goodness sakes, if I wanted someone small I would masturbate
I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight or what you dream
When I say too short, you know what I mean

You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me
Your lame game, really insults me
Your name is Too Short or shall I say 'Too Skinny'
If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny

Little boy, you're not a player, I'm your savior
To try to get at me shows your bodacious behavior
I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level
Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord

If she would have known your mission
Okay little boy, here's a proposition
You wanna bit of danger, step you to my zone
You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home

With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining
Jealous of you got some, nigga please you're lying
Cause I fight the feeling, that would have to be one
And mathematically, me plus you equals none

I am the rapper that they call 4 tay
I'm gon' tell you like my homie Short Dogg would say
Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet
Knowing damn well that they wanna freak

Some do this for maybe a week
And then it's cool to get up under the sheets
Trying to work that thang but she said no
That's about as far as it's going to go

So I toss and turn to make it loose
Finally she feels the act right juice
Some of you hoes say, "Oh, that's nasty"
Back of your coat say sweet and sassy

24 deep, that's how you sleep
Undercover freak every day of the week
You see some of you freaks just need to quit it
Playing that role like you ain't with it

The rest of you freaks just won't admit it
Especially when you know just who can get it
Ain't nobody tripping 'cuz I know I'm right
You could be black or you could be white

For a black girl it really don't take too long
But a white girl's always tryin' to turn ya on
With a little squeze, but it's just a tease
Give her some time, she'll be on her knees

Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt
Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut
But don't get me wrong 'cause you started it all
Coming to my house in a camisole

But when it's time for me to shove
Then you front on all that love
First you said that I deserve it
Now you fight, don't want to serve it

Gave it some time, so make up your mind
Don't fight the feeling, it's time to unwind
You was talking 'bout you gunna give my some
But I'm Rappin' 4 Tay, it don't make me numb

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill
So now it's time to get way to real
I know they never have some real dick
They need to quit talking that childish shit

You wanna rank hoe, go get your bank hoe
My little dick'll have you screaming though
Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up
You're still playing that finger fuck

See I'm a grown man, I bust some young cock out
I like big butts, not big mouths
I know some little girls'll break you down in bed
Pull your drawers down, give you some head

But little girl, you wanna have some fun
You better go to magic mountain 'cuz your way too young
So at this point, I can't really say shit
Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a bitch, beyotch

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If I Gave Love - Lyrics - Chante Moore

Title: If I Gave Love
Artist: Chante Moore
Composer(s): Eric Dawkins, Chante Moore, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins

Lyric:
Uh, I like that
I'ma make you dance a little
Dark child gon' make you dance a little
Chante make you dance a little
We gon' make you dance a little, c'mon

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me? If I gave love

If I could look into your eyes and see the truth
Then I would know if I should try to put all of my trust in you
Not having to worry about if things would change
Once I gave myself to you, I hope that you would stay the same

'Cause I put all my trust in the wrong hands
And I don't ever want to feel pain again
So how do I know that you're the right man?
But I pray that you are so our love could begin

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me? If I gave love

I'm takin' a chance on you and me, boy
You've given me a reason to let you inside my life
I've been in love before, I know this feeling
I gotta know this time this love is right, I gotta know that love is right

Not enough just to say the words, "I love you"
Gotta make sure that you're doin' everything you say
I'm not impressed by lines I've heard before
When it's said and done, those lines will fade away

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me? If I gave love

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me?

Not much to ask of you, I ask that you be true
Don't take my love for granted, see I wont be played so easily
Been there, done that before, I can't go there no more
Please oh please don't get me wrong, I just want a love I can count on

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me? If I gave love

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me?

If I gave love
If I gave love
If I gave love

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me? If I gave love

If I gave you love then where would that leave me?
If I gave my trust, would you use it against me?
And if love starts again, would the ending be the same?
Or would you prove to be the only one for me? If I gave love

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Unit - Baby U Got - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Baby U Got
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyde, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Dorsey Wesley

Lyric:
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

It's somethin' about your style
It's somethin' about your smile
It's somethin' about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G
That have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex
Kinky when I talk switch the slang

Partner tell that nigga from New York
Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "Slow down baby"

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl

You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go
And put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em you my boo
And show 'em your tattoo
Ooh! Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like, "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the okay
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance
Yeah, just like that

It's late, I have to score
"This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
'Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

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I Won'T Dance - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: I Won'T Dance
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jimmy Mchugh, Jerome Kern, Oscar Hammerstein, Otto Harbach

Lyric:
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let my feet do things that they should do

You know what? You're lovely
You know what? You're so lovely
And, oh, what you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us, I am not asbestos

And that's why I won't dance, why should I?
I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms I won't dance

I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, madame with you
My heart won't let me feet do things that they want to do

You know what? You're lovely
Ring a ding, ding, you're lovely
And, oh, what you do to me?
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance, you're charming and you're gentle
'Specially when you do the Continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us, I am not asbestos

And that's why I won't dance, I won't dance
I won't dance, merci beaucoup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance

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Goodbye - Lyrics - Year of the Dog...Again - Dmx

Title: Goodbye
Album: Year of the Dog...Again
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Brian O Palmer, Earl Simmons, Sergio Moore, L Wilson

Lyric:
Let us pray for those that we've lost
But know that we miss them for selfish reasons
Oh, Lord, my God, in Thee do I put my trust
Save me from all them that persecute me
And deliver me in Jesus' name

'Cuz we all go anyway, I'ma say goodbye today
'Cuz it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today
We've grown in so many ways but I'ma say goodbye today
'Cuz it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today

I'ma say goodbye today 'cuz I don't know when
We gon' cross paths again, until then
I'ma be that and see that speaks the truth
Believe that I'ma see that to reach the youth

My sufferin' will not be in vain neither will yo' pain
Ever since you passed, to hear your name
Rest in peace at the bottom, we all know cancer cells kill
But if they caught 'em, they coulda fought 'em

And you'd still be here right here wit us
We'd have plenty time before death came to get us
But what is death like, should I really care?
After lookin' at it, was life really fair?

Did you burn any bridges, did you make amends?
Did you ask God for forgiveness for your sins
What is Heaven like? If you could come back, should you?
If you could communicate from over there, would you?
Just questions that we ask ourselves everyday

'Cuz we all go anyway, I'ma say goodbye today
'Cuz it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today
We've grown in so many ways but I'ma say goodbye today
'Cuz it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today

So young, so gifted
Direction of life was uplifted, window in shifted
And took a turn for the worst but the blessing come to curse
And *** stressin' 'cuz my dawg is in the hearse

My *** Devon was way too young to die
Fell out the nest and was way too young to fly
But that didn't stop fate from happenin'
Idle time with the Devil, hate was happenin'

God, no, I didn't go that way
Comin' from his dance way, why did he go that day?
Lightly, I dare say life goes on
Don't let's stray, girls I say please be strong

He was supposed to be on the road with me
I wish somebody woulda came to get me
*** woulda had to hit me but until then my friend
I'ma say goodbye today 'cuz you never know when

'Cuz we all go anyway, I'ma say goodbye today
'Cuz it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today
We've grown in so many ways but I'ma say goodbye today
'Cuz it could be any day, I'ma say goodbye today

Goodbye today, I'ma say goodbye today, gone away
Goodbye today, I'ma say goodbye today, it's okay
We try today, say goodbye today on your way
I'ma say goodbye today, I'ma say goodbye today

Say goodbye, know what it means
Be good 'til we meet again
I don't know what for we'll meet again
But we will meet again

Spread your wings and fly
I'll try not to cry but it'll be hard
I just miss not havin' you here
Even though I know you're in a better place
I just miss not havin' you here

Kinda selfish if you think about it
That's nature, that's life
Spirit never dies
I'll see you again

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Regardless - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Regardless
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Shannon Houchins, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Yeah, ha B.K. C.I. okay
Yo

You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four
And told the cashier to drop to the floor?
But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips
A half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits?

Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's
Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease
Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit
That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud

Yo, yo you ever invested your money in some Internet stock?
Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin' rocks?
I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs
Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab
Yo, you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em
That had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it?

Haha, nah but I know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment
She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet
And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my anus
She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers

Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check?
Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet?
Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times
From tryin' to sell digital video cameras to the blind?

Man fuck purchasin' a car, I live on New Jersey drive
Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie
And my girl don't even speak 'cause I get violent when I drink
But it's perfect 'cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think

About the thirty-three times the law tangled me up
With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin' we fuck
Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin'
If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin'

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel, regardless

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel, regardless

Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed
Or sell two million out the gate and be labeled lyrically lame?
In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source
Or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche?

I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin' to sell three million out the gate
And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force
And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain
And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain

Well, you ever fucked a chunky broad, weighin' three hundred plus up
And actually took some pride to the shit, and didn't rush none?
Yo, when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth
'Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift
Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat
Then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke?

Yo, C.I. don't do drugs, I hang out with corporate thugs
That transport microchips and oriental rugs
Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can
The only coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans

But would ever consider dancin' with the devil for paper?
Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper?
Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers
Or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a stable of strippers?

Yo, I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot
And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac
And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers
Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers

'Cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses
And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her
C to the I, Central Intelligence
And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel, regardless

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel, regardless

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel, regardless

No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay
Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you say
Nuttin' more nuttin' less, I'ma get it off my chest
C.I., spit what I feel, regardless

Yeah, C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense
I think in conclusion, it could be said
That no matter where the fuck I'm at
No matter who the fuck I'm around

I'ma do what the fuck I do
Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a fuck
Now I fucks with a motherfucker like C.I.
'Til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more
Just 'cause I know he'll do that same type of shit

The East, the West, don't forget about the South
Don't forget about the motherfuckin' South
Bubba Kay worldwide, ay
Venice to Venezuela, [Incomprehensible]
Y'all know what the fuck it is [Incomprehensible]

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Soul By The Pound - Lyrics - Common

Title: Soul By The Pound
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Rashid Lonnie Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

I'm as bad, bad as Leroy Brown, Brown
Yo, I'm a pro, pro but not a noun, noun
If you got beef, beef, then you'll get ground, ground
Cut up in soul, soul, by the pound, pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown, I'm the round mound
Not a rebound, but like a hound, I get down, down

Never wore a leash but I get loose, producin', somethin'
Fresher than fruits got more soul than combat boots
Diggin' two scoops of raisins for the troops out of some blazers
So amazin' like Luther everyday Joe but not Bazooka
I used to be a hooper but now I troop to shoot a free flow
Me go with mi amigo to see the Man named Chico

The legal alienaeno, I roll the instrumentals
Like Jack I be like Nimble never gentle to a bimbo
Not your sex symbol so save that soft stuff for the Care Bears
The way I freak funk, ooh, the Monkees sayin', "Hell yeah"

Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk
And dress, they say, "My life's a mess" but I'm straight
Are you straight? If you straight, then I'm straight
Rock me tonight, just for old time's sake

Back to our regularly scheduled program, program, I am so damn flam
I slam a slam, bam, I slam like Conan the Barbarian, if you talk loud
I'll play librarian, 'cause see I want it quiet in here, I Mark a Markyiana

A bunch of funky uncle Thomases play like Christopher Williams
'Cause I gotta keep my promises to stick to my roots and not dilute
'Cause G this ain't two colors, I'm tired of seein' these
Non rappin' dancin' motherfuckers

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

For a record sale a nigga'll sell his soul to go gold
And reach a large scale, sellin' for the pale male
And I can't tell, why for a hoe you grow a tail
And stop drinkin' ale, the booty probably smell
Ain't no pussy worth a sale at least not for the kid to do a bid

Shit you musta flipped you lid, you was wit you slipped you slid
Got doodoo skids on my paper 'cause I got rhymes up the ass
If I pass gas, ducks fast or gets trimmed like a mustache
I must ask what's goin' on with rap, white kids actin' black
It's like McDonald's sellin' fatback, get back to your Mac

That stuff is wack with all these dance tracks
I'm hearin rap from anthrax, my time the Caravan cracks
You're wack, that's the only thing that's black scooter
When we was on the streets, you was at home on your computer
I'ma shoot a diss well like a fist to all these wack groups

Rhymes are wack as hell! And they sample wack loops
I'm wonderin' how the hell they get a deal I still can't see that far
I feel like Cypress Hill, I could just kill an A&R or whoever's in charge
It surely ain't Charles but you ain't G in hip-hop, 'cause it's ours

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound, thank you man

It's sick you sick I'm sicker, I flick a flea flicker
Think of that I boa constrictor but the venom I inflicta
Is stricter, I stick, I stick the stinkin' to a stunk
If soda was a forty dog, then I would be like drunk
If if was a fifth I would lift the fifth and a spliff

It's not a myth about our dick width, I'm swift and I shoot the presents
In essence count your blessings, I got a Wesson if you riff
I'm a nigga with soul, my last name should be Smith-sonian
I'm gassin' girls heads, just like petroleum get 'em ready to bone me
And then I play custodian and turn off the lights

This is the likes of a ticketing wallowing high jumping radio
Rumping brother got Seoul like Korea gimme an inch I'll take a liter
A chick is a chick that's how I treat her never go pop I'm not a two liter
A true leader, don't choose to follow, choose what I swallow
Whether water or a beer bottle, of course I play the lotto

Wear 'em, no, share 'em, a hoe, I like the girls
The girls I share a life with a bro, 'cause UAC is family
Much tighter than foundations that holds up the walls
So you better proceed with caution

Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound
Gimme a pound, thank you man
Gimme a pound

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I Love Ladies - Lyrics - Rhyme Pays - Ice T

Title: I Love Ladies
Album: Rhyme Pays
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Andre Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high
Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly
Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here
Tripped ans stumbled almost broke your neck comin' down the stairs

Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit
Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it
Now you're at the jam but in for a shock
Stupid big line wrapped around the block

Through the walls of the hall you could hear me rhyme
Methodically you schemed a way to cut in line
Got inside the sight straightened your curls
'Cause as if you look around all you could see were girls

I love ladies

Yeah I think it's time that I tell the truth
I been dissin' females since my early youth
But you know that's a drag and there's no doubt
'Cause girlies are the one thing that I can't do without

Female companionship is my one vice
I love to buy the girls things, love to treat 'em real nice
Homeboys you must admit the best part of each day
Is when a beautiful lady comes walkin' your way

Females possess that one commodity
That no man will ever have not that hangs around me
They got it, we want it, move it and flaunt it
Shake it and sway it, die just to lay it

Try to suppress it till they undress it
Beg 'em to use it, cry not to lose it
No man can deny it, don't even try it

I love ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
I love Ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
That sounds nice
You know we love you Ice

I'm a junkie for females and that's the fact
I'm not into havin' my homeboys rubbin' my back
Don't dig goin' to the movies alone
Or talkin' to myself on the telephone

Goin' to a disco that's packed with men
It's like tryin' to get a dance in the federal pen
Walkin' through a park with a gang and the guys
And a beach full of fellas never opened my eyes

And man if females are one thing that you don't need
You better get away from me at a high rate of speed
'Cause if you don't like them you must like men
And homeboy that's where our serious problems begin

Because to me women are God's true gift
There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with

I love ladies

I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street
Jammin' a box rockin' to the beat
The girl looked pretty, she really looked nice
So I said to myself she's got to be with the Ice

Walked over to her, started sayin' my rhyme
She said, "Ice you're so bad, you damn near blew my mind"
I kept on rappin', runnin' my mouth
The next thing I knew I was at her house

Looked at her closely, said for goodness sake
The girl was cut like a diamond, had curves like a snake
Her top half was heaven, the bottom was the hell
I knew tonight that the Ice was gonna rock well

But then she started talkin' mess about love and romance
Till she noticed the bulge growin' in my pants
Should'a seen the girl's eyes as my body expanded
She grabbed for my leg, raw sex she demanded

My knees started knockin', I tried to run
She said, "Please don't leave Ice, I want you to come"
This girl meant business I had no doubt
This is just about the time that the Ice passed out

The next day I woke, the girl was through
Room still smokin', my legs black and blue
My eyes bloodshot, my hair pressed straight
My knees still knockin', I knew I lost weight

She was the best y'all, yes on this earth
I would'a paid a million dollars, that's what it was worth
If I had got her name or number it would'a been nice
But I'm here to let you know the girl went off on the Ice

I love ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
I love Ladies
Ladies are you with me?
Yeah
That sounds nice
You know we love you Ice

No when it comes to partyin' the ladies know how
When I ask for a reply they always scream ow
It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill
Sometimes it's jealous M C's mad 'cause they ain't on the bill

Maybe they scared if they say ho, they might lose their cool
But I got some news for you, a fool's a fool
Don't get me wrong, most fellas do rock
They put their hands in the air, they take the show to the top

They start rockin' with the ladies once the show begins
They don't stand lookin' stupid like some mannequins
They don't lean against the wall like they're I some trance
They did not come with no intention to party or dance

You know what? Yo dead beats should just stay home
Leave me, my homeboys and the ladies alone

We love ladies

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If I Had The World To Give - Lyrics - Shakedown Street - Grateful Dead

Title: If I Had The World To Give
Album: Shakedown Street
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): John Perry Barlow, Robert Hall Weir

Lyric:
If I had the world to give
I'd give it to you long as you live
Would you let it fall
Or hold it all in your arms?

If I had a song to sing
I'd sing it to you as long as you live
Lullaby or maybe a plain serenade

Wouldn't you laugh, dance and cry or be afraid
At the change you made
I may not have the world to give to you
But maybe I have a tune or two

Only if you let me be your world
Could I ever give this world to you?
Could I ever give this world to you?

But I will give what love I have to give
I will give what love I have to give
I will give what love I have to give
Long as I live

If I had a star to give
I'd give it to you long as you live
Would you have the time
To watch it shine, watch it shine?

Or ask for the moon and heaven too?
I'd give it to you
Well maybe I've got no star to spare
Or anything fine or even rare

Only if you let me be your world
Could I ever give this world to you?
Could I ever give this world to you?

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I Won'T Dance - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: I Won'T Dance
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Dorothy Fields, Jimmy Mchugh, Jerome Kern, Oscar Hammerstein, Otto Harbach

Lyric:
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, don't ask me
I won't dance, monsieur, with you
My heart won't let my feet do things they should do

You know what, you're lovely
And so what, you're lovely
But oh, what you do to me
I'm like an ocean wave that's bumped on the shore
I feel so absolutely stumped on the floor

When you dance you're charming and you're gentle
Especially when you do the continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos

And that's why
I won't dance, why should I?
I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beau coup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance

When you dance you're charming and you're gentle
Especially when you do the continental
But this feeling isn't purely mental
For Heaven rest us! I'm not asbestos

And that's why
I won't dance, why should I?
I won't dance, how could I?
I won't dance, merci beau coup
I know that music leads the way to romance
So if I hold you in my arms, I won't dance

I won't dance, I won't dance, I won't dance

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Luv N Ya Life - Lyrics - Notebook Paper - Huey

Title: Luv N Ya Life
Album: Notebook Paper
Artist: Huey
Composer(s): Ashley Bell, Lawrence Frank, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Mommy, I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty fifty love in our life
By the way I'm Huey, I know how to treat a women
Never raised my hand, don't know how to beat a women

Tell ya what, let's go out up on a date
I'm knowen this perfect place, put a smile on your face
Won't touch until you're comfortable
Even though I'm want'n you

By the looks of things, girl, it seems you want me to
Take you on a ride and the five fifty a.m.g a
I head outta town, first class
Yeah, I'm makin' money an' no that money ain't makin' me
Know that I wouldn't hurt you

I want you to feel safe with me
Baby girl, ya beautiful, you're like a model
Not the skin, you in ya curve like a bottle
Lil' mama now listen
I know you sayin' you want a thug in your life
But ya say, you gotta be able to put

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

I don't care about ya thuging
All I need is your lovin'
You can T-pain if you want to
I don't have to ask that question

I know you're a blessing baby
Come on lil' daddy whatcha gone do
Say, let me iron your pants for ya
Late night do a little dance for ya
How you appreciate the finer things
And now you appreciate you're tryin'

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Now when we hit this thang, you automatically look good
Off of my appearance I automatically look good
Make my way to ya door, open it they like a gentlemen
Take you by the arm, a Kodak flashes while entering

Take you to the bar, buy ya your favorite drink or two
And all ain't gettin' it, so I can try to sleep with you
What person in their right mind wouldn't wanna be with you
You da type I take home and show to my peoples boo

I ain't gonna lie, I hate women who sensitive for real
Be lettin' the littlest things get to them
Lil' mamma listen, I'm able to be the thug in your life
Most of all I gotta be able to put

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

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Angela Jones - Lyrics - Tq

Title: Angela Jones
Artist: Tq
Composer(s): Terrance Quaites, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
Aww, yeah
Aww, yeah
Who's that girl

Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
And you know, baby girl, damn sure proved it true
She was fine as Georgia peach wine
She caught the bus on a 129th

I used to watch her every morning as I ride by
Her Lil' man on the bench showin' his behind
I mean she musta had so much on her mind
That she caught the city bus to the county line

She wasn't the victim of a deadbeat baby daddy
The game took him and I tell you that was all she had
Situation for a sister, real bad
I mean she need some type of assistance, a helping hand

One day she looked in the mirror, standin' there naked
That's when she saw the money and how to make it
Turned around, shook her ass, grabbed her titties
Miss Angela Jones is open for business

I'm like "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know What I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

Straight off the bat, Angie got the work
Winin' and dinin' and robbin' them jerks
She went from Gucci watches, humble beginnings
To that Cartier wrist wear with diamonds in 'em

The finest women couldn't fuck with Angela
It was all in the waist, how she handled ya
Dog, I mean baby girl had that thing
That could knock ya ass clean out and take your chain

It's a shame all the things that child could do to you
She'd do that booty dance like Beyonce do
Cold with her hands and a twenty two
Just in case the night didn't go like it's supposed to

Who'd be mad at Angie? Not this kid
She just playin' with the hand she was dealt and that's real
So when I read it in the paper, who could I blame?
Hooker found slain, Angie's her name, what a shame

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
(I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better
(I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better

How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
(I wish I could save ya)
I wish I could make ya better
(I wish I coulda made it better for ya, baby)
How I wish, how I wish
How I wish I could save ya
I wish I could make ya better

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know but)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul
Sit back and ask yourself, what went wrong?
In the story of Angela Jones, now

I'm like, "Whoa, whoa, who's that girl?"
She the baddest in the whole damn world
And you can call her when you're feelin' alone
This is the story of Angela Jones

I don't know what I've been told
(I don't know)
Just get your money, don't lose your soul

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Dumb Dancin' - Lyrics - Will Smith

Title: Dumb Dancin'
Artist: Will Smith
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
We gonna do a song, me and my

Me and my crew like to play around
Me like to laugh and joke and have fun while we going down
Born and raised in Philly
We go jam and jam and jam action' silly

We got a dance we do at a party
That we'd like to introduce to everybody
It ain't the Humpty nor the lambada
More party pump than a damn miniature

You may have seen it on my TV show
Yeah, I know, I dance like a pro
'Cause I get busy and I get loose G
On the dance floor cant another brother juice me

'Cause I'm smooth and I move loosely
With a spin or a kick like Bruce Lee
Come on, get on the floor and take the chance
Everybody, it's time to dumb dance

Now what's a dumb dance you might ask
Well, let me take you to my dumb dancing' class
It's called dumb dance 101
It's where we teach smart people how to be dumb

Here's the background and here's what's up
Back in Philly where we grew up
We used to party all the time
Just playing around and make a soul train line

This old train line the concept changed
To put it in joint got flipped and rearranged
The line turned into a contest, yo
To see who could dance not the worst but the best though

So in Philly, the dance caught on fast
People starting challenging me to dance
So I got busy quick as the music was played up
How you gonna beat me at a dance I made up

Now you know that I can throw that
Body of mine fine so I'm about to show that
Guy who thinks he can do it a bit better
I'm the creator originator so go and get a seat to sit down

So I can demonstrate a dance that's easy to do
And you don't have to contemplate a move at all
Just take a bit of a chance
Everybody, it's time to dumb dance

Everybody, in the house just clap your hands
Come on, just clap your hands, everybody
Just clap your hands

Come on, just clap your hands, everybody
Say, clap your hands, say clap your hands
Say, now we come to the real thing

Well, there it is y'all the dumb dance concept
But let me break it down for those of you who haven't got it yet
It's the new craze coming across America

And I really really really don't care if you do it with a partner
Or do it alone, if you do it at a club or you do it at home
If you really cant dance then heres ya chance
Go for yours on the dance floor everybody dumb dance

What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know, what?

What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know

Now then let us have some fun, what's up, doc?
Chas tea tea, forward back, tea tea tea, back forward

One, two, three now
Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

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Dumb Dancin' - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Dumb Dancin'
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
We gonna do a song, me and my

Me and my crew like to play around
Me like to laugh and joke and have fun while we going down
Born and raised in Philly
We go jam and jam and jam action' silly

We got a dance we do at a party
That we'd like to introduce to everybody
It ain't the Humpty nor the lambada
More party pump than a damn miniature

You may have seen it on my TV show
Yeah, I know, I dance like a pro
'Cause I get busy and I get loose G
On the dance floor cant another brother juice me

'Cause I'm smooth and I move loosely
With a spin or a kick like Bruce Lee
Come on, get on the floor and take the chance
Everybody, it's time to dumb dance

Now what's a dumb dance you might ask
Well, let me take you to my dumb dancing' class
It's called dumb dance 101
It's where we teach smart people how to be dumb

Here's the background and here's what's up
Back in Philly where we grew up
We used to party all the time
Just playing around and make a soul train line

This old train line the concept changed
To put it in joint got flipped and rearranged
The line turned into a contest, yo
To see who could dance not the worst but the best though

So in Philly, the dance caught on fast
People starting challenging me to dance
So I got busy quick as the music was played up
How you gonna beat me at a dance I made up

Now you know that I can throw that
Body of mine fine so I'm about to show that
Guy who thinks he can do it a bit better
I'm the creator originator so go and get a seat to sit down

So I can demonstrate a dance that's easy to do
And you don't have to contemplate a move at all
Just take a bit of a chance
Everybody, it's time to dumb dance

Everybody, in the house just clap your hands
Come on, just clap your hands, everybody
Just clap your hands

Come on, just clap your hands, everybody
Say, clap your hands, say clap your hands
Say, now we come to the real thing

Well, there it is y'all the dumb dance concept
But let me break it down for those of you who haven't got it yet
It's the new craze coming across America

And I really really really don't care if you do it with a partner
Or do it alone, if you do it at a club or you do it at home
If you really cant dance then heres ya chance
Go for yours on the dance floor everybody dumb dance

What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know, what?

What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know
What does it all mean? I don't know

Now then let us have some fun, what's up, doc?
Chas tea tea, forward back, tea tea tea, back forward

One, two, three now
Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

Everybody reach reach over the top
Everybody reach up don't stop don't stop
Everybody reach reach over the top don't stop

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