all up on me While you proceed with precision, you had the table hosed No, I ain't mad at you baby, go 'head and play them fools They chose not to
need to do is catch up with us [Chorus x2: Eightball] Bounce, Bounce Man get up on you feet and help me get it Crunk, Crunk Everybody up in here let
us further Got to get up and dance got to get up and move got to send out my message to the people Got to get up and dance got to get in the groove
tears for you See my eyes have run dry And there's no more tears And no more sadden eyes From crying through the night Gonna gather up, gather up my feelings And lock them
did see We carried our children back up to their tree The scabs outside still laughed at their spree And the children that died there was seventy-three The piano
pull a switcharoonie if your belts go down to the boogie-woogie beat of piano shake it yes, yes, yes (repeat 4x ) Come go walkin' with me now Walk up
Sam was jivin' Jimmie's wife Over in the corner was a beat up grand Being played by a big fat piano man Some of the chicks wore expensive frocks Some of them
nigga B" ("Chill Marlon") [Marlon:] "Why yo yo, put that down B, I don't know you son! I DON'T KNOW YOU SON! HOLD UP HOLD UP!" [gunshots and screams] "
you wanna dance with me Don't care to hear them play a tango And In The Mood they take a mambo It's way to early for a congo So keep a rocking that piano
tired of listening to myself now I'm tired of fixing things for Michael and the rest of them You know my bip-bopping days are over I hung my boots up
from the stars and put them both on trial. "order in the court!", the judge pukes up a putrid smile. tear the tingle from the touch and put them both
from, four eye, cock and name one Dart at the cranium, fuck up your suit coat Each rhymes I wrote, aimed at the ivory coast Piano keys I tap, like a nervous
4 rollin' Or them Deroit 'Lacs trimmed in golden Or my Texas family 150 white strollin' Damn, I was caught up in the Matrix But not Keanu Reaves, as she
what they say x2 Push my piano outside I don?t care x2 Meet the media black sky I don?t care x2 The neighbors will complain Let them stare x2 Who knows
of brothers in the nose Kick em when they down and he'd steal they shoes and clothes Elmo would develop lots of beef as a tweaker and all of them was
