your feet] Rock on your heels [rock on your heels] You gotta get down [you feel it now] Just how you feel [how does it feel?] You get that boogie woogie
up, put down all your stuff Not sweatin? hard enough you gotta work it up Here we go to the floor, I tell you once more Chop it up 'cause you standing
, is where I come from Believe me when I tell you that you don't want none son A long, hard road for this, latin throne You can catch me in the club in
} I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank y'all I gotta thank God, I wanna thank
you gotta know where you wanna be But it's not right? How many times do you gotta know But it's not right? And you were the best thing You were the worst
Desert Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all, baby That??s for life, that you love me Stop
half of that shit, 'fore you pass it to me nigga! Just missin them summer jams Summer jams at the Apollo, the Greek Fest-es Brooklyn Queens things and shit You
with I'm bad, hit you in your eye and your bitch Hit u when youre high, now you it, now you sit Hardcore baby, yeah Hot cars Stop call Rockstar What you
kissed her I gotta foot fetish but she gotta lota blisters I mean hammer time feet you think she had walked from Boca Raton they say I gotta change my
't worth livin' And you're ready to give in Just remember - that it's only love You can live without the aggravation Ya gotta wanna win - ya gotta wanna win You
might This is real talk, you know it ain't another And anytime I'm gone, you know I'm thinkin' of you And anytime you need, you know I got you covered You
fright And what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes? Ah, what you know about my writes? You
you parle with dun I clap you, I clap him, and that's rule number one Suckin' my dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you
the corner while you parle' with dun I clap you, I clap him, and thats rule number one Suckin my dick, and I dont give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you
that you really not Sabotage the universal plot When the planet earth rock gets hot From the sun don't get got just get God yeah see that (Do you believe
Storm Rock on, rock on Bad Boy, yeah Rock on, rock on DJ Clue, Duro Rock on, rock on I trade it all, baby That's for life, that you love me Stop playin
Jigga If he ain't Cube or Pac then who you got? We getting tired of you talkin about who you shot I'll use another six bars to tell you who you not You