movin, movin What we doin, doin Who she bouncin wit? "keep bouncing" Can't stop movin, movin, movin "keep bouncing" [can't stop groovin
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How we movin, movin What we doin, doin Who she bouncin wit? "Keep bouncing" Can't stop movin, movin, movin "Keep bouncing" [Can't stop groovin, groovin
we movin, movin What we doin, doin Who she bouncin wit? "Keep bouncing" Can't stop movin, movin, movin "Keep bouncing" [Can't stop groovin, groovin,
you don't got a clue (You got Def Squad, don't shoot the shit out) Yo, fuck you, you and you, fuck you and you (You got Bad Boy, don't shoot the shit
3 uh, lights out let's bounce Get it crunked, before the last songs announced T Braxton heat, track I burn While you go left, I make a right turn (I'm Hot) Def Squad
I walk up in the spot man, cameras click Cheese, all out my pocket, can't stop it All you can do now boy is just respect it I ain't par with the mob,
the food I steal Floors ain't dirty enough My game is like carryin' shotguns and 21 rough Doctor, I'm like the war on drugs I don't stop, I'm all night
Redman in the house, ya don't stop Gilla House in the house, ya don't stop Def Squad in the house, ya don't stop Wu Tang in the house, ya don't stop Hip
(Stop, stop, stop, stop) Hold on, hold on PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down Hold on, hold on The Roller Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop)
man, Rockafella, it don't stop On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin' on to the funky shit, c'mon On and on, and it don't quit Redman rockin on
to see here If I wasn't nice motherfucker, I wouldn't be here Yeah, yeah, put metaphors inside a bracket Def Squad's in the house and motherfucker we can
I can pass niggaz straight out of first-class Then leave em huffin and puffin like first day at Lemans class PPP, got the glocks and techs And Def Squad
, cock shit We won't stop shit, everybody move Two words, BK , NY, Bedstuy Two hawks, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't
cock shit We won't stop shit, everybody move Two words, BK, NY, bedstuy Two hard, too hungry, too many, that's why These streets know game, can't ball, don't
in his butt Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up Actin' like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple Death to rappin', I don't wanna
MC You know my feeling, I'm dealing, with tracks so real And radio blackout, your format, is not appealin' R & B can step up, but can't compare to me
we can't be stopped And my life don't mean shit to me But my life gon make history Feel me, a nigga ain't supposed to be As deadly, and you ain't
