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Disco Drive All About This

I'm all about this, you know I am But I can't take your cigarettes and your bad taste All about this! Well, maybe I'm not, but you've got no sense of

and I promise I'll be true to you [Talking] It is not about lyrics anymore, It is not about lyrics anymore its about a hot beat, a hot beat its about

spikes They wear rips and zippers all in their shirts Real tight pants and fresh mini skirts All kinds of colors runnin' through their hair And you could just about

was twelve o'clock one Friday night I was rockin' to the beat and feelin' all right Everybody was dancin' on the floor Doin' all the things they never did before And then this

pop out, we knock out cats, and light the floors when they rocks out, shocked out, like you driving in a lightning storm, with the top down, we got this

to get grown, drive slow, homie" Drive slow, homie Drive slow You never know, homie About these hoes homie You need to pump your brakes And drive slow

You can boogie like disco, love that disco sound Turn up the volume and move it all around But don't, don't, don't, don't, don't forget Don't, don't,

I am And then I talk to the people like Les Mccann Alright hear this [Incomprehensible] Alright hear this [Incomprehensible] Alright hear this [Incomprehensible] Alright hear this

But a mi got the bang wid di billie bang skeng A mi got the bang wid di shocking vibes deng Everybody's talking all the crap about me Why they just