your flow And I just gotta let you know that you're the one I want you so Why don't we dance to the music like boys do Why don't we dance to the music
Gaining momentum, there it is Gaining momentum, there it is Start slow like our bodies won't flow And set 'em up good then let go, pardon (Sic) Me,
will flash before your eyes now everyone is quite foul I get revenge you like how eye for and eye a bullet burn below your eye brow I hear the drummer drumming
, we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be, heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing
nothin' to it Shake, sh-sh-shake that ass girl Go, go, go, 50 in the house, bounce Y'all already know what I'm about The flow sound sick over Dre drums
I can't seem to feel it, feel it Feel it coming over me The rain gonna come through the window pain gonna come Black white rich poor, it's the same old drum
stand under the clouds tryna catch you if I can And if that goes as planned Then safely you shall land And we will hold hands And dance To the beat drums
cop, winner takes all As we dance to the rhythm of the cream beat Never will you see me drowning in pool of self-pity So, as a I ooze with the flow,
that I process my diction Some fact, some fiction, some mystery and some future fantasy I'm the trunk that holds the branches The leaves who do the dances My flowers
stand under the clouds Tryna catch you if I can And if that goes as planned Then safely you should land We will hold hands and dance To the beat drums
Yea, (oh, oh), yea yea, oh I feel like dancing I feel like dancing I smell something in the air thats making me (high) I said I smell something in the
must stab the sun So our hearts must heed the flow Of deeper tides that run Far beyond this bare indifference That prosperity esteems Where the spirit raves and dances
in deiner Wellen Tanz. Die Nixen auf dem Grund, die geben's flusternd kund, was alles du erschaut, seit dem uber dir der Himmel blaut. Drum schon in
the pipes play the "flowers o' the forest"? Well the sun it shines now on these green fields of france The warm wind blows gently and the red poppies dance
Oh, how I count the hours Since we were torn apart On the road to Fairfax County I spied a highwayman He wanted all my money My heart beat like a drum
the last and final record This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it offa little somethis like this We got my mella yella boy on the drums,
to the last and final record This is Dr. Dre in full effect and we gonna kick it Off a little somethis like this, we got my mella yella boy On the drums
you pleasure From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, To Flowers