, skully hats in 90 degree weather, looking to get into clubs for free I'm not smoking blunts, or looking for jazz records at the Roosevelt I left New
frail body couldn't fuck with the sports Six feet two still whack on the court So I stalked New York with a black pitchfork My style date back to ninety
[Trick Daddy] We gon' let the band deal with this Ha ha, mmm-hmm M-I-A Style, heh, old school Uh hah.. Okay, shut up! [Chorus: Trick Daddy] Ah hah,
life like a new born naked child Bitches tryin' ta come up, gotta wait a while As of now, Amil-lion just played ya style, you dealin' with, nigga The
, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall Me and the band that I just mention present to you a new invention
haters wanna take shots But this shit don't stop You bout to get got Englewood we all about them ends Got niggas throwin up the w from New jersey to new
Bottle in my bag Let's have some fun Diamond on my neck, so you know I'm fresh. Got a brand new car With a brand new check. Rims be shining, girls
I'm David Jo and the Dolls! We're from New York City! And we like our Philly soul Chicago-style! Check it out! Invested with virtues no other band possess
's Cozy Corner. Home of The Silent Devils And The Young Fellas. It's your host Dick Hurse. Tonight we got Mama Mia and Craig B and the Funk Nasty Band
hair and bought new clothes in the cool city Finally found his life's ambition How to do nothing perfectly To do it with style so gracefully 'Cause
Chorus] Get down get up get down get up get down get up get down get up and move around round like it was musical chairs Get cho ass off your seat find your self a new
Little Whizz kid mystified me She was a New York City beat She came on flash Monster mash, motors in her feet Now we moved out of Manhattan To her home
in I know I never had the style or dash of Errol Flynn But I loved you I'm doing really well I'm as happy as a lark I got a new apartment It's
Hey, hey, honey, what's on your mind Well, you said that sleepin' with a poor band's not your style Ain't that just a little unkind Hey, Marlon Brando
Blooming black flower wine. Slashed arms and new cut smiles. Taller for the falling down. Stronger now without you around. The prophecies were realized
function Funkin' it up, pumpin' it up, chumpin' the ducks Lookin' ta hump Ms. Junk in the trunk, pump pumpin' me up Jersey niggas are the craziest, New
a girl wants what was girl needs a fucking job and a brand new hair weave what a girl want what a girl needs a fucking job and a brand new hair weave
, ooh, ooh You never will conquer the champion This is Ruben rap, glam glitz, strips buzzing Cousin got the spot a blaze, J's crisp, this time styling