Testi musica canzoni

Fellas? - Yeah!
I'm back! - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But it got a hell of a bang. - Hell of a bang!

What time is it?
Come on!

Everybody get ready, we got a brand new groove.
Everybody could listen, I'm gonna show you what to do.
Kick your left on the beat y'all, drag the other one behind.
If you really wanna be hip, then stick out your bottom lip.
Now you're jammin' fine.

(chorus)
Murph drag - Only people with money can do this dance.
Murph drag - My bank roll's gettin' heavy in my pants.
Murph drag - Aristocratic dreams: All the fine ladies scream.
Murph drag - Only people with money can do this dance.

Ho! Count it. - They can't mess with you, M.D.
Put it up. - Go'n my brotha, tell 'em what time it is.

Everybody get ready, we got a brand new cool.
Everybody could listen, I'm gonna show you what to do.
But you can't talk to pinnacles, you can't talk to a gun.
We are building up a brand new nation, business is on the floor.

(repeat chorus)

Put it up. - We hittin', we hittin'.

I got a PhD in common sense. Can't nobody mess with me?
The original jam operator. I could sell a forest trees.

You dance too hard, baby. - Go'n and tell her Morris.
I might cop a sweat. Y'all keep on dancin'.
I'll be on this side winkin', blinkin', sneakin', makin' your lady wet. - Get sleazy y'all.

Murph drag - Only people with money can do this dance.
Murph drag - My bank roll's gettin' heavy in my pants.

Fellas? - Yeah!
I'm back! - Back!
The aristocratic black. - Black!
My whip ain't got no crack. - Crack!
But it got a