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{Red Dogg}
As I grip the microphone while you slip, I pick up the pieces. One time the honey did listen up, as I hit you with the funk stuff. It’s like C-to the blam I hit the grandslam. Mr.P & I’m saying it loud.
Like I’m proud, can you see that I’m holdong it down from the clowns. MC Red in the house without a doubt, we going to show y’all. Tell y’all Busta’s what it’s all about. Cause we coming from the west & we moving to the east, going to let y’all know that I can compete as I speak. I’m coming with the street beat, we rollin deep I’m on Jeep’s while ya creep. Or y’all feet. Is it bumping? (yeah) Is it bumping? (Yeah) Is the beat steady on the one steady thumping? (Yeah)
Cause we comin with the underground funky sound. It’s the P. to the OP keepin it round.

{Bridge: Goldie}
Ridin in my Jeep, on the creep rollin deep. Deeper than the valley below. Rollin the cash, mashin on the gas. Slippin on the mask as we blast, Round N Round the world we go.

{Chorus:Goldie/Misty}
Round N Round N Round, pick yourself up off the ground. You’ve gotta be down if you really wanna ride with me. Round N Round N Round, what goes up, it must dome down. You gotta roll low if you really wanna stroll with me.

{Mr.P}
Raise them up, raise them up. Now bogy bang with my funk. It’s the click Cell-Block, I do what other nigga’s don’t. Straight Pim to the Pin, I done blasted once before & I’m a blast the again. Hip Hop will never stop, I let’s it fly like a kike, keep my toung laced tight. When it comes to the game so call me nike, tennis shoes, don’t snooze. I bring the news, like the paperboy I’m out there collecting my dues. Pimp mentality, it’s planty wild in me. I handle big with the homie. P.O.P-Pittsburgh P. Profilin C-Block stylin actin wildy. I spits my shit way the fuck out there like an island. Is it funky? (Yeah) Is it funky? (Yeah) Is the beat steady rockin like a junky? (Yeah) Relax your mind & let your concrons be free. Mr.P & Red Cell Block G

{Bridge}/{Chorus}

{Misty}
Funky G.
Mashin on the gas slipping now & then. As we blast Round N round. Roll of alone, uhuh. Mashin on the gas slipping now & then. As we blast Round N round. Funky G. Heee-eey. You gotta be down, you gotta be, you gotta be down. Yeah, hey, heey. Roll of alone. Ridin in my Jeep on the creep. Rollin deep & deep. Roll on Roll on.

{Bridge}/{Chorus}

Having my baby, what a lovely way of saying
How much you love me.
Having my baby, what a lovely way of saying
What you re thinking of me.
I can see it your face is glowing,
I can see it in your eyes.

Sugar baby

You re a sight you look like
Someone dressed as you
What did you mean am I ok
What did I do

Sugar baby
I was thinking no pain
Sugar baby
I was thinking no fear
Sugar baby

Listening to body heat
Over fleeble chatter
I can see you re far away
What s the matter

Sugar baby
I was thinking no pain
Sugar baby
I...

Rock candy brains

Must ve been on mushrooms when you wrote that pile of junk
Got rock candy brains and that head of yours
Full of holes, full of holes

Terry cloth s about the only comfort I m allowed
What with all the rain and this house of yours
Full of holes, full of holes

I m about...

Cosa sei

A volte dai non so perche
mi trovo a chiedermi
cosa sara questa paura
che ho di perderti
che cosa c e dentro di te
che ti fa unico
e mi fai innamorare di te
mi piaci sempre e passo i giorni
stuzzicandoti
con frasi come sto...

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