Tell me your name oak, aider and pine you all look alike a little bit dry Show me your tears I'll show you mine they look alike a little bit dry
time All things work out perfectly Your time is my time All things work eventually Take time, take time Get in the groove, take time to get in the groove
do it here too An urban minstrel Groove Rare records, jeans And a statue of liberty t-shirt Dogs barking, Children crying and Cars always stolen Groove
shit Find you in the back burnin', fat sermon on the wax turnin' Earnin' cash, puttin' work in Certain, to pop it off son, keep it urban Floatin' with
-size My rent's low Why don't you shape me I'm malleable fleshy putty In a salad bowl with dill dressing In simulated urban field testing Dressing thuggy
mama And little guys see the world through the eyes of fathers Everybody wanna learn I to earn a dollar We know there's more to the hood than urban squallor
as drawn bow strings? Shall we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees? Answer me! Answer me you t.s. elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban
or your helmet spin in the cockpit of a plane And the tail spins Still my satin smooth Patented moves raps scat and Scoop fatten the groove flatten
toms; Ia??m not the same shit youa??ve heard before; My heart is the beat on the first and fourth; Hip-hop isna??t dead this is urban law; Wea??ll drag
as drawn bow strings? Shall we rebuild the tears like sap from rubber trees? Answer me! Answer me you T.S. Elliots in goose down jackets with your felt tip urban
in the back burnin', fat sermon on the wax turnin' Earnin' cash, puttin' work in Certain, to pop it off son, keep it urban Floatin' with some perfect
so I can hit you up later, don't you worry bout coming now listen tell yo friend and yo sista too so we can get down with this groove Stacks and Urban
Hard hat or your helmet spin in the cockpit of a plane And the tail spins Still my satin smooth Patented moves raps scat and Scoop fatten the groove flatten
i'm grooving like james brown i sing like pavarotti i mix romantic flavour of a tipical italian melody with the urban hip hop sound of global technology
ti i'm grooving like james brown i sing like pavarotti i mix romantic flavour of a tipical italian melody with the urban hip hop sound of global technology
What is it? It?s bow?s orange sunset spring, That quick step groove down the Grove Road, It?s the blue smoke glamour of crack slab urban bohemia, The
