Texty:
Dope You Spin Me Round Like A Record

, here I come You spin me right round baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round You spin me right round baby, right round Like a record, baby, right round, round, round

clapped Get on the floor, clap a second time And make sure I flat-line you Let a whole round go, hit niggas behind you See the gleam on the glock, know

dot on yo' knot As I pop Nonstop Till you drop Pronounced dead On the spot It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block A nigga, from BlackConnect Will

wickedness You?re lickin' this like a lollipop, sick of this Miggity-makin' moves on a regular, wack mc?s I?m testin' ya Smack you with a chair like a

it a rubdown, now here's the sermon Everywhere you go you hear Mecca from the Vernon Pound for pound, uptown, I get down And bound to spin the record like a

on yo' knot As I pop Nonstop Till you drop Pronounced dead On the spot It's a tragedy when I spin' yo fuckin' block A nigga, from BlackConnect Will leave

fan, or a dope MC Some ol' jazz cat that won a Grammy A wide receiver, from Miami A soccer goalie or a maitre'd A Playboy Bunny, even if you can't see

You're lickin this like a lollipop, sick of this Miggity-makin moves on a regular, wack MC's I'm testin ya Smack you with a chair like a wrestler Boogie

-forest green! (yeah!) I'm already mean but if the engineer record it clean. I'm a make 'em bling like the feeling when you dope a fiend, Kush leaves