time you move everybody grooves I can't help feeling it's alright You just gotta walk see the people talk I like to watch you party Cos everybody wants you
time you move everybody grooves i can't help feeling it's alright you just gotta walk see the people talk i like to watch you party cos everybody wants you
it's on When I take it home then you best be on, dance c'mon Body shakin you achin want you all to get naked while I'm makin & takin your body Breakin
, 24's to D's And if you like what you see, baby let me know I let you play with the D back up at the mo' I need a freak like you hoes be needin' rent
bitch my bodyguard Call that bitch his bodyguard? Yeah, that?s my bodyguard When we're out of jewelry, Young gon' do security What's whiter than a napkin, harder than a dinner plate? If you want it come and get it, you
my hood, everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it, ugh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevys 24?s so you know we roll
on a handstand Every time we hit the club We at least 50 deep Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed In the club 7 days a week party be be
Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that's the whole Dope House family [Cee:] What you mean everybody? What about mine? [Pain:] Girl you don't know
and she want it so you know she gonna get it. My nigga's in the club, so you know we gonna set it. We got people, you're not equal. Another one, another
ain't a thing Plus I'm gonna make it rain So much money they think she?s insane You a 7 digit nigga if you holla at a brah With a 7 digit figga you
, we lookin' down wavin at you muthfuckaz, how you like me now? 'Cuz dis country, way back laugh at bout it, bout it Now everybody screams they want
the party was jumpin It wasnt long for everybody knew (just blaze) What's on the B-box (Young Gunz) Travel wit the heat rock Before I hit the club hit
that thug shit Cop frisks suits snub in the club quick Told y'all real high, when I come you can try If you want, you can die, if you want to We hittin
much, 7 much, too much Don't you know that I'm the one You can't get nothin' over on me, baby Doin' too much, too much, way too much, too much You doin
Bizzy Bone-Chorus- You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run, and you and hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run
-less/ Bullet's is followin' but Bizzy is feelin' lucky/ So why you muggin' me thug, you really ain't buggin' me bitch/ And Little Capo keep lookin' that's
your life's in a mess? Where do you wanna be, when your brain's under stress? Be what you can be, cause you can impress, Down at Club S! (Club S, yeah
ever let me down Everybody else will leave you broken, leave you laying on the ground If you want your freedom all you gotta do is listen to the sound
