to wreck 'nuff shop So do like Michael Jackson and "Remember the Time" Put on your dancin' shoes or somethin' 'cause ya sho' can't rhyme Big up, big
just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike Yeah, well tonight's your night Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood
heart start beatin? flippity-flop Baby, can?t you tell I?m getting? in the mood (In the mood) The joint is jumpin? (In the groove) We?re onto something (In the mood) The band
were only young and naive still we require certain skills the mood it changes like the winds hard to control when it begins the bittersweet between my
food (Jump) And de masqueraders (Jump) Put we in de mood (Jump) All, ah, de promoters (Jump) Musicians and de press (Jump) All de radio DJ's, just big
the street Sayin' y'all gotta turn down we can't get no sleep We found a big band record and we started to groove Had a few drinks and he was in the mood
With psychosomatic symptoms Difficult to endure Affecting the upper respiratory tract In other words, Just from waiting around For that plain little band
how severe it is And I can slice and dice a fisher price mc That thought he was nice into minute rice Single-handed, I ain't with that band stuff Cause
game plan Messin' with my mind You've got a bad moods, attitude Every day can take a few Good years off of my life But I put them back on When the band
Who says a jazz band can't play dance music? Who says a rock band can't play funky? Who says a funk band can't play rock? Oh yeah We're gonna play some
Send me the bill if all my lovin' is scarin' ya Dare you to dream the way that I believe Got the skill to go commando in any fatigues I got the best damn band
I ride into your town, on a big black Trojan horse I'm lookin' to have some fun Some kind of trigger happy intercourse "Club America salutes you", says
, that's where you'll find me In Brooklyn, Tek wit' Justin and Sadat And Free and Sid from [Incomprehensible] Always catch me wit' Juju and Rubiks, we was truant kids Dollar band
accuse myself, for bein a fool.. all attempts to school myself have failed to improve means to remove myself from this pool of sharks dark as the mood
[French Montana:] Huh Huhhh (huh) Uh (uh) Uh [Verse 1: French montana] 100 grand, rubber band A nigga low, a wanted man Sure you're right, I know ya
it rain Its Friday night and the mood is right its Friday night and the mood is right Its Friday night and the mood is right its Friday night and the mood
a muthafucka ragtop hogs And El Cos keep rollin to this gangsta shit And when I'm feelin like being bothered with you bitches I'm givin ya.. [Chorus] Somethin 4 tha mood
I ride into your town on a big black trojan horse I'm looking to have some fun Some kind of trigger-happy intercourse "club america salutes you" says