[Chorus] Girl the way you're movin' Got me in a trance DJ turn me up Ladies this yo jam I'ma sip Moscato, and you 'gon lose dem pants Then i'ma throw
that it was time to come home But being young you know how hard it be was I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me Because I use to wear
When I grab that mic, and spit my rhymes I gotta have an 8 or 909 BEAT So I can rock you all night long, SHE'S On my tip, she love my song, HE Tried
When I grab that mic And spit my rhyme I gotta have an 8 or 909 (beat!) So I can rock ya all night Long (She's!) on my tip, she loves my song (He!) tried
're doin' just fine If he is not satanic, he's one hip hispanic He grew up with one dozen cousins and kin He wears baggy pants, he know how to break
this slack Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked 'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs Where if you ain't wearin
A Big Man me na take back me talk nuff a dem a fassy owl a eat wed nife and fark Man A Big Man listen me youth man unnu no fi wear pants wa tight up
jello I can put my Buddy Holly glasses on I can even sing one of these faggot songs I can wear checkered pants and never smile Whatever's cool for your
gon let me in Seein as he actin funny with me What it gonna cost me homie I brought a little money with me I don't wear tight shirts My pants kinda baggy
she said "Ya know" Then I unlatched the got damn lock The girl came in and showed me her cot (Oh yeah) The bitch said... (Uh uh, I don't wear no draws
girl Walkin' down the street I see how she walks She got a dancin' beat Big wavy hair A just little too long All day long She's been singin' a song
stand aloof To hide their inner laugh Depending on the circumstance I show my tools to where niggers know Where I'm just a fishing pants Beginning with
it is, it ain't all hard up in the hood Sittin? on my front stoop and it's all good Boys in white beaters and corn rolls Wear their pants down low so
And that's the way that I am I wore baggy clothes, yeah, I was overweight Now, I'm a blue fox punk 'cause I watched what I ate I wear bondage pants just
s missing the football, missing the fun He?d play with the grandkids but he?s off on a run And some hat?s on the radio singing his song But it don?t make
scream in the crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass Girls, today don't wear no
, feminine still, yes But then next pump a hundred weight bench press So what it mean, Pep? I'm not impressed 'Cuz I wear the pants and you wear the
truth Right now I'm gonna show you how it's supposed to be 'Cause we, the Salt and Pepa MCs Will chance the circumstance rocks your pants My fans, this