Rosa Parks

ah ha, yeah yeah, baby...
ah ha hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus, do you wanna bump and slump wit us
we the type of people make the club get crunk
many a day has passed, the night has gone by, but still i find the time to put that bump off in your eye
total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent
we taking another route to represent the dungeon family like Great Day, me and my nigga just had to take the back way we stabbin every city then we headed to that bat cave
a-t-l Georgia, what do we do for ya, bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas, boy, you soundin silly think my brougham aint sittin pretty doin doughnuts round you suckas like them circles round them titties Damn, we the commitee, goin' burn it down, but we goin' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now
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i met a gypsy and she hit me to some life game, to stimulate and activate the left and right brain, she said "baby boy you only funky as your last cut, you focus on the past your ass'l be a has what" that's one to live by or either that's one to die to i try to just throw it at you determine your own adventure, Andre, got to her station here's my destination she got off the bus the conversation lingered in my head for hours took a shower kinda sour cuz my favorite group aint comin' wit it but im witcha cuz you probobly goin through it anyway, but, anyhow when in doubt went on out and bought cuz i thought it would be jammin but examin all the flawsky, wasky awfully, sad and its costly but that's all she wrote and i hope i never have to float in that boat, up shit creek its weak is the last quote that i wanna hear when im goin' down when all's said and done and we got a new joe in town when the record player get to skippin or slowin down, all's y'all could say is them niggaz earned that crown-but until then
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