to release my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece and now people in the house this is just for you a little rap to make you boogaloo now the group ya hear is called
Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker You know what I'm sayin? Nigga.. used to call Black Tone collect and shit (um hum) Y'know what I'm sayin? I call
on the microphone Bum rushin and crushin, snatchin and taxin I cram to understand why brother's don't be maxin There's only one disco, they'll close
they mince words for the better And maybe I like cheddar but I like to call it blessings Cause it's got nothing to do with what I drive or how I'm dressin
1, mic 2. Rollin' step out the bathroom stall we got pharmacudials and alcohol. Watch smoke and the light bouncin' off the wall. With the disco hall, disco
Verse 2 - Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat Than I'm gon' feature Em and get rich And let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the
You know my favorite one Its red bull and vodka nigga, I?m faded sonnn And then I get those call From my favorite hizzo She screaming "Where the fuck you at?? Baby girl I?m at the disco
Sunrise, Sunset Everybody gonna Disco step Everybody gonna Disco step Rockman Rock Rockman Rock so fine, so fine Sunrise, Sunset Everybody gonna Disco step Everybody gonna Disco
our syllables [Jay-Z] If the emphasis on the compact disc isn't the beat than I'm gon feature EM and get rich and let Dre mix the shit and drive off
falling victim to a revolutionary song The Serengeti's cloned Back to put you backstabbers back on your spinal bone You slipped your diisc when I slipped you my disc
on my dick I'm a G Never been a H.O.E. Sippin' codiene and smoking weed Rest in peace to my brother M.O.E. Disco Danny, we ridin' on 4's and the three
ya red dress if you feeling kind of blue She got the hots for the disco jocks rock ya socks at the pop of the tops Never get cool like to call it
a bitch who ride dick Drive bricks and book flights Good by bad days, hello good nights No my coke look like Carmelo blue flights Sittin in lebrons, driver
You can stand on the corner You can do the jerk You can go to the disco You can go berserk But there are plenty of generals And plenty of shahs Who drive
My Fans They Can't Wait They Write Tim Letters Tell Them Dons Great So I Got Me An Old Disco Record On The Wall Just Leave A Message Maybe I'll Call
me like you want to Ooh ooh, I can take it like a pro, you know Move along pro with the backstroke My hormones jumpin' like a disco I be poppin' mess
to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now the group ya hear is called
dis ya ridim drive the whole world (wile) Come mek we go deh in bang diddly bang (stylee) I wanna know how you're feeling (irie) Sounds call ravers