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Mad Skillz - Get Your Groove On lyrics
Yo it's the weekend time for freakin no doubt Hit the mall get a hookup night falls and I'm out Pick up my man (Whattup Hobbes?) from around my block Get nice pump the sounds now it's time to hit the spot Crews downtown freestylin off beats If heads start whylin I got the glock in the seat Hectic out front some chillin some wild Tonight I'm takin a niggaz girl like Ill and Al I freak raps so black they let me through the back The DJ was on point, the joint was packed Females were all of that, I'm seein nothin but dimes Moet on ice, yeah it's time to go for mine Dancefloor got packed when they played All Night Long Brothers that front with blunts passin round the ? Crew mode in effect, party can't go wrong This is strictly for my peeps that's gettin they groove on Get your groove on (4X) To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon You know the flavor Get your groove on Standin by the speaker as the tempo gets faster Brothers runnin through piece huntin for Dutch Masters As the night proceeds G's lightin more weed Fake players tryin to find the freaks that they need Of course they get their cards pulled quick 90's girls are independent, and ain't havin no bullshit Niggaz get scorned, girls be gettin they acts on Word bond, when glorifyin mine, I get my mack on There's T'yon, the baddest dip in the place I'm checkin for her, but her ugly ass friend all in my face "Ain't you Mad Skillz?" Yeah and your grill is through You not T-Boz baby, I'm not tryin to Creep Wit U Next a reggae set, freaks flippin they wigs Bouncers by the door beatin brothers like bad kids More heads at the door man this party ain't stoppin Get your groove on, cause it's on and poppin Get your groove on (4X) To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon You know the flavor Get your groove on By now, the heads outside is pissed Cause the fool at the door sayin he ain't got a guest list I'm sippin 'Lua and milk, all in a drunk mode Brothers panickin cause they heard they cars got towed "Sup, what time is this over?" Yo I don't know but it's live "I paid $20 to get here man" Yeah and I paid five They got you, but I'm tryin to get with her Pah Right there, mini-skirt "Where?" Chillin by the bar How you doin? "Fine." Yo what's your name? "Keisha." Yo what you rollin your eyes for shorty you havin a seizure? "Nah I'm just tired of all these niggaz harassin." You was doin the runnin man before, but now you ain't dancin? It's over anyway, and outside it's mad cops Heads still cockin biscuits, poppin off shots Same places different faces every weekend it moves I send this out to those that's tryin to catch a groove Get your groove on (4X) To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon You know the flavor Get your groove on Get your groove on (4X) To all the ladies -- lookin mad fly And to all the fellas -- gettin mad high We got the vibe in the air, Hennesey and Perignon You know the flavor Get your groove on |
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