I went with you for that ride [chorus] Now, I just want get up Just want get up and ride with you Whoa, just want get up Just want get up and ride with
niggas just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck Cause your correct way to get your groove on flomps And
love to ride to Funk for your trunk is what I provide you So slide through your hood with me in your deck 'Cause your correct way to get your groove on flomps And
to the desert trip their circuits and fry them. Can't stay in Robot Island, these robots are maniacal, I'll sweep them up and hide them. Get out
mood And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and The kids that get
em down Get the gun Gat 'em down Get the rope tie 'em up Strike a match lite 'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack '
and bayonnettes and bullets and gun That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall ride out pon di wings of the heavens inna di sun (Bridge) I will remain
'em down Get the gun Gat 'em down Get the rope tie 'em up Strike a match lite 'em up Then fly 'em up to the spot a pile of dust Get the chips stack
, don't even talk about that." she got up from the table and went to the sink where she picked up a bottle of pink and blue vitamins. "want
house We got Da Brat in the house And me, y'all know who I be Check it ... I got that shit all you niggas just love to ride to Funk for your trunk is
me in your deck Cause your correct way to get your groove on FLOMPS And I paid the costs to be the boss as a kid Fucked around and made some shit you
an enemy I can't catch Send ya out to hollywood and hope you don't remain black When ya back in the hood they wetcha head up like a rain cap, Think back
up his ride 3 years go by, I made a hell of a run And thats when funky got done, a joey playin wit guns And ??, karty was my man And reggy, I wish that
, who speaks only Spanish, takes the twins into a large, orange van and drives them to their new home 'Step right up, step right up, see amazing human
gon buss and snitches gon snitch Enemies still plotting and bitches gon bitch Cowards gon fold up and soldier's gon rise G'z keep living on and haters
packed and the post office had agreed to pick him up at three o'clock. He'd marked the package "FRAGILE" and as he sat curled up inside, resting in the
