it's great Get on the dance floor and let your body gyrate In cadence with the beat, just move your feet While the Prince is on the rhyme (Ready C is on
Chasing papers on the grind The weekend's here and I am ready to play (Ready to play) Hair and makeup, nails done Slip my freaking dress on Get overtaking
dude. See I got fans all I got is cool shoes. Spit fire like the nigga name mushoe. Old school got the motorola without the bluetooth. Packed up on groove sex on your on
him, all right. [Martin Harrison] - Thank you. Your story doesn't work, Mrs. Hart. So try this emphasize. Fred Casely was a good time on the side but
Just getting my money I'm the prince of the funk and it sounds this way Straight for the hood I be live 4-5 by my side As I ride on the funky track
Strange this sensation in my mind Creature I will become one On my way, there's no sun But I have to carry on Look my force is more powerful Piece by
girl, ride right on my left hand side Mercedes, rug slide through the palm of a dime The brother known best, it's the prince And you my princess, let's get it on
heres your chance to do your dance on the side of it while u at it, the passenger and driver switch then hurry up and jump back inside this shit hangin
Come on, wait, come here Tony, where is he? Levi (In the house) Who next on the agenda, who next on the agenda, who drop somethin'? (Bobby Brown) Bring it on (Bring it on
but it ain't perfect We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it Whew, I'm nothin' but a space aged freak Who wanna beam you up later this
Skeezers be on my tip (yeah) Trying to get with this We got our own ideas! Skeezers be on my tip (yeah) Trying to get with this Skeezers be on my tip (yeah) Trying to get with this
? Come on, wait, come here Tony, where is he? Levi (in the house) Who next on the agenda, who next on the agenda, who drop somethin'? (bobby brown) Bring it on (bring it on
of this one You know who you are, you're freaking all of the guys With your long brown hair and your big blue eyes Standing on the corner me say waiting
freaks and it's on All night long I love to see my homies living strong But then that cook with that cloudy cookbook Rains salts on another brother's
do the thizz unless your pillin it This is the last verse then I'm sellin it After this niggaz gon be stealin it This is hip-hop with no Johnny Gill-in
it ain't perfect We can exchange this data and later respectfully work it Wheew! I'm nothin but a space aged freak who wanna beam you up later this week
See I got fans all I got is cool shoes Spit fire like the nigga name mushoe Old school got the motorola without the bluetooth Packed up on groove sex on your on