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delivered in a format perfect for lounge-rooms, backyards, BBQ's, cafes, road trips and parties all over the world. This is music which defies definition
that these jitterbug days I'm livin' Well, they won't last for all of us But they'll last for a long summer night I can feel the fire in her eyes Tonight
, you got that fire Jump, shake, bounce when we come to you turn you out It's Flipmode Squad that keeps on right your rightest place We got that fire, fire
try to keep me down But you know we keep on shining (Here we go!) Two crazy big stars from opposite worlds 'Bout to set this track on fire (Yeah, she'
me in the butthole Fell to the ground The phonies didn't let up Tasin' on my butthole over and over I was screamin' and squirmin' My butthole was on fire
m stuck on dookie mountain Fifty guns open fire, blood spray like a fountain Now our bodies all shredded, shots blaze right through me We're done-er than done, done in by the dookie Trouble on Dookie Island
in the butthole Fell to the ground The phonies didn't let up Tasin' on my butthole over and over I was screamin' and squirmin' My butthole was on fire
And sets me down in your warm arms After I have traveled so far We'd set the fire to the third bar We'd share each other like an island Until exhausted
tell her, like this y'all Like this y'all, like this y'all 'cause like this y'all There's a million and one blunt spots all over the world That got
want to come over all the time and "do things" like they did as boys. The Lord loads up and with the help of the children, fires off an inspirational
away' On top of the affidavit Graduated from master debater Slash massive masturbator To Michael Jackson activator (Woo) Meanin' I'm on fire off the top Might wanna back up the data Runnin' over
beat you! Well a picture can express a thousand words to describe all the beauty of life you give And if the world was yours to do over, I know you'
my fantasy Love cause the same chemical reaction in the brain as insanity Holidays, drinking with your family, passionate folks Imagine if they had their own reality show, actually no Desires like fire
rapper But I'm a monster when I hafta smack the shit out of a novice actor Using my 'hands solo' and I don't need chewy Over your head like Yamakas
faggots don't believe it's Ghost Well, surprise mothafucka, Starkey Love got breakfast Got some steaming hot biscuits, you can eat this toast Shots blow through ya meatloaf and lace ya back Turn you over
a Staten Island burglar gang, ock, not no Ave could stop me I'm on the road, not no massive robbery When it come to that dough, it over flow like paper
roll on us I'm at my momma crib sleep, who told on us? I'm sick to death, I'm on fire in the streets Like in Back to the Future, when the car left Ghost