Crossing the mountains of truth see them Shadows of night disappear Rise from the slough of despond, find the pathway Guiding us forward through pastures
hustlas" Had to dust off the Hammer, dance, 'U Can't Touch This' C'mon playboys, bring your cars back out 'Cause ya boy Hov is back, you know them broads comin' out Got 'em dancin' on the bankhead like they from
Verse 1: cardan Yo, yo it's a harlem world thing So grab something Asks for dimes and up, if not have sumthin' But come shake them hips like waiters take them
about to break the button for the nurse Niggaz don't want it but they think they do And soldiers should never fuck with me and my crew, who? You know I'm gonna make them dance
ask If he wanted to dance he had a face like a mask Somebody said, from the Bible he quote There was dust on the man in the long black coat Preacher
I love the way that you do me baby) [Mr. Man] Check, yo see, I tore up the game when I jumped out the range, ice went bling from the watch to the chain
step inside yall know our names poperozy outside glade we came gotta take some photos with a culple of fans if you dont show love they will be in the stands. back to the dance
t say it. Poor Betty, You ask him, I'd love to hear his answer. (SHE's completely taken by surprise as JOE snatches the receiver from her.) JOE That
licked Invading your body like your plastic Running flip, you be tested Give me the sexy glancing, private dances Dirty questions and nasty answers Pull up your skirt, pull aside your panties Flash
claims of standards upheld and maintained This ain't no, flash in the pan shit, just sell it and fade to nada Or dance hits to propel, a major knot
the progress of process that's a natural people quest? Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind Branded neon red and blue flashes, the view from
floor Another 24, What you want, Money, More!?! Them niggas did it raw, with no condom You find em, sayin sorry he for what he said before I blind them
but it's time to dance with night strangers Top rap don, 'cause Daddy-O got me the dice game It's reg or not, pockets love Trump Donald Pack your work
and power made me treasurer With third down, six to go, flash his strobe lights I'm open, RZA hit me off lovely and I love him With root beer thoughts
New Mexico Wherever you are When your 31 On the running Yeah you might wonder But you'll never know That mystery boy With them sleazy clothes His flashing
t Jack Yeah, that's comin' live from W K R Funk With DJ Moe Love, TR Love We gon' bring it out by special request For TR funky Love Yeah, thanks a lot
in my gun and cut his family tree I flash the piece at your lil' woman and make her dance for me Then jam the freak with a broom - blood leak from her
you dust off the hammer dance can't touch this C'mon playboys bring your cars back out Cause your boy Hov is back you know them broads comin' out Got 'em dancin' on the banquett like they from