Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing ?Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring And I bring this, to all the party people that demand
got no wins in me casa Straight up, you movin' too fast so baby wait up Took one, added seven more now you eight up Get on down with your bad self Get
's the boss Before I do a Michael Jackson and cut your shit off Part of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your grill I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep
in, I gotta let it out Girl, I take your love to the head without a doubt Listen baby, do you think you ready for the action? I give chicks 'Butterflies' like Michael Jackson
is still lurkin' in your head, 'cause he raped you and got in the bed, With your mother, and you knew she knew about it, But daddy always told her to keep
you say dog your shit be whack You better watch what you say it might get you clapped Here's a little advice homey switch your raps 'cause that shit on your
stop, so keep on, keep on an on Keep on keep on an on Last call for alcohol bartender two kahlua's and milk With crushed ice in the blender What up
up push it up Chorus Keep on Ya don't stop , if ya don't stop maybe ya won't stop If ya won't stop maybe ya can't stop So keep on, keep on an on ya keep
roll the dro up in the bed go higher pepsi cola Michael Jackson and her head so fire I love this lil red bone Maya she be getting louder than a set of Dr Dre head
wanna front what? Jump up and get bucked If you're feeling lucky duck then press your luck I snatch fake gangsta MC's and make 'em fagot flambes Your
When you're always up to no good You really can't make him hate her So your tongue became a razor Someone's always tryin' to keep my baby cryin' Treacherous
never lay text without my trojan Hand writin', ass whippin', I keep spittin' At any head-on collision, throw dart wit precision And split decision, tell your old folk And your
real Mr Nigga, Nigga Nigga Nigga Nigga.. Nigga You can laugh and criticize Michael Jackson if you wanna Woody Allen, molested and married his step-daughter Same press kickin dirt on Michael
And the sisters and the cousins or whatever others But the funk keeps growing like a fungus... "I'm trying, not to lose..." "I'm trying, not to lose my head
nappy head niggas like myself get a bald head and say go to hell but your a snake your a worm bald head bitch you need a perm oakland california is the
You're just a product of loveliness I like the groove of your walk, Your talk, your dress! I feel your fever From miles around, I'll pick you up in my
, are we fucking 2? Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who? Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts? That Michael Jackson hasn?t had facelifts
violence But that's what happen when motherfuckers can't keep it silent Bloody you up sharp-tipped death from a thousand I ain't grew up in housin' Did