Pappa Bear lyrics
Pappa Bear lyrics
"D.i.s.c.o. lyrics"
What Would You Take For Me lyrics
What would you take for me, darling A Cadillac or an M.K. A twenty room mansion in Memphis With a big high, wrought iron gate Chorus What would you take for me, darling What would it cost me to stay Cause whatever the price I'd spend me whole life Getting up the money to pay What would you take for me, darling Do trips t
What would you take for me, darling A Cadillac or an M.K. A twenty room mansion in Memphis With a big high, wrought iron gate Chorus What would you take for me, darling What would it cost me to stay Cause whatever the price I'd spend me whole life Getting up the money to pay What would you take for me, darling Do trips t
Pappa: To da Hip Hop you don?t stop da rock and to da bang bang boogie we all love Hip Hop To da B.E.A.R. and the DanDaDa he?s the Godfather and I?m the Bear PappaOn and on to da break of dawn ?cause we can rock a party till the sun come up and goes down again now hand in the air and wave the motherfuck like you just don?t care Now party people tell me, are you readyhere to rock steady creep you like Freddy in the disco hangin? on the dancefloorlet me hear you say Hoo, if you want some more just like a believer dance ?til you drop ?cause me and Dee dominate the charts and if you think it?s pope the way we lock the flow just get on da floor and rock the disco D.I. - D.Strictly For The Tardcore lyricsI.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time Daisy Dee: I guess it?s time for me to ride high Another place for me to go so by dancing in the disco just because I?m a Pro. Meeting up with Lucciano ?cause my brother BEAR said so. I throw my hands up in the skyand wave the motherfucker from side to side it?s like this, ya?ll the other girls got another bad weeve, ya?lland on the theet she?s got some swiss cheese, ya?ll - shit NANA: O-O-O-O, here I come with da BEAR I told you last year, be aware, have no fear we represent BOOYA Sound to da fullist dope beats and rhymes knok you down like a bullet we rock da house from the urly to da morn? I see your broke ass and PAPPA bits another
I'm Jimmy Pop here in a jiffy heat me up and add oil I'm like a zit a wart a corn a cyst a festering boil I get under your skin and I sebaceously form I'm as deep as the plot to an amateur gay porn Keep ya hungry for more like Bangladesh Then I'll borg di borg do borg ya like the Swedish Chef Cause I'm one of a kindWhen Cowboys Didn't Dance lyricsshh, torn 1998 we even more strikly business staking? up the cash, it?s all about the benjamins this is how we do, we do every day like it or notwe?re gonna do it anyway! I?ve gotta pass the mik to my homey Nana, Pappa Bear living large in da 90?s D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time Ski: It?s like one for da money, two for the BEAR three for DanDaDa, throw your hand in da air now we come here to party, every body push it up, Yo Ah yes yes, Yo - Ah yes yes, Yo and you don?t stop it?s like a line to a lemon, a lemon to a pear Jonestown, Pappa Bear, we in there now we come here tonight to rock
Seven hundred head of cattle on an old forgotten trail Six cowboys and one old man in another day of hell Chuckwagon lagging behind from the strain of a broken wheel The only thing to look forward to was a campfire and a meal Asleep beneath an open sky with just the stars above their heads A saddle for a pillow and some sagebr8 lyricsda mik so sukker m.c. don?t bite it?s like a hip to a hop, hop to a hip get on the dancefloor and let your backbone slip listen to the rhyme and let the beat hold ya shake your moneymaker like you was John Travolta we be the type to do the job right and that?s how it is on the lights - Ha Ha Ha Pappa: It?s all good hangin? with my crew I?m hangin? with crew and it?s all good DJ play the beat put it in da mix you better make it thight make no mistake ?cause I?m a snetch the mik rockin? the party ?til it?s sore and I won?t quit ?til you?re yelling ?encore? the shit you got, I ain?t lying the shit you?re selling I ain?t bying D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time D.I. - D.I.S.C.O. - It?s party time
Papoose face, Girl-goofy ways, 8 shaped, Technically sound, you'd think, for lying down Quick, while you talk shop, I can't stop Clenched hands, Introverted stance, Tense laugh; Inappropriately loud and mechanical. Hint! If you would knife-slive my sternum open You'd squint from the sheen of machinery chromium, No crims