Shake A Leg
Have a series of known rhyme rhymes which has blown
Minds be home sometime drinking grown grape wine roam
In clubs, got a dozen of cousins that I roll with and my bold
Gift is a lexus drop top from Texas and hot dubs are just cold
Chrome, believe me their costing and Like Steve Austin bionic
And prevail on a diatonic scale of c major, my body nice and ironic
Sitations become dumber quick when I git with a number of chicks
That wanna gold dig I’m told big lies but they hold the pies for slick
Sexual success only a few are strongly true toward a crazy marriage
And a baby carriage, have to be like a doctor with fame and savage
With the proper name, I’m such a man that don’t need much of a plan
To pull chick, my love raps a mile a minute as I put style up in it and stand
For the thug look on life, in the club here blinging DJ got ears ringing
With HIPHOP making minds trip a lot, and somehow plays the singing
and the now-a-days beats clinging to turntables that burn labels off
discs, on the wall see symbols weird and one resembles a beard toss
my glass up for a fast gulp from my lips it’s gin and juice got bud light
so ‘here we go” glass slip fail to grip like the sails of a ship this club night
seem to float away blown by a whirl wind I really need a girlfriend that
kiss a lot I better take my seat or miss my spot dance floor brisk and hot
the DJ throws on a beat and there goes my feet I’m patting them non-stop
listening at platinum HIP HOP and it don’t stop and of course cream of the crop
Have a series of known rhyme rhymes which has blown
Minds be home sometime drinking grown grape wine roam
In clubs, got a dozen of cousins that I roll with and my bold
Gift is a lexus drop top from Texas and hot dubs are just cold
Chrome, believe me their costing and Like Steve Austin bionic
And prevail on a diatonic scale of c major, my body nice and ironic
Sitations become dumber quick when I git with a number of chicks
That wanna gold dig I’m told big lies but they hold the pies for slick
Sexual success only a few are strongly true toward a crazy marriage
And a baby carriage, have to be like a doctor with fame and savage
With the proper name, I’m such a man that don’t need much of a plan
To pull chick, my love raps a mile a minute as I put style up in it and stand
For the thug look on life, in the club here blinging DJ got ears ringing
With HIPHOP making minds trip a lot, and somehow plays the singing
and the now-a-days beats clinging to turntables that burn labels off
discs, on the wall see symbols weird and one resembles a beard toss
my glass up for a fast gulp from my lips it’s gin and juice got bud light
so ‘here we go” glass slip fail to grip like the sails of a ship this club night
seem to float away blown by a whirl wind I really need a girlfriend that
kiss a lot I better take my seat or miss my spot dance floor brisk and hot
the DJ throws on a beat and there goes my feet I’m patting them non-stop
listening at platinum HIP HOP and it don’t stop and of course cream of the crop