you don't get too far Legs are required for jumpin', dancin' Strollin' along down a What's that word again? Street Up where they walk, up where they run Up
Broke. Ain't got no money, dont know where to go. Just sittin' staring at the stereo. I think we better turn it UP,turn it UP ,turn it UP Loud. Cause
cool So it's called Roosevelt and Ira Lee The river was dark and muddy And the moon was on the rise And all of the creatures in the swampland Had woke up
I just set them up, just set them up Just set them up to knock them down 'Cause I just set them up, just set them up Just set them up to knock them down
'm wakin' up (come on) Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on) Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up See, them boys 112,
real to Newark shit Recall, my whole fam jig the fuck up what? Bet-ta chill, 'fore you slip the fuck up Get your wig, split the fuck up, nigga lust Dangerous
Swoll up, y'all niggaz better hold up Any nigga that roll up, could get fold up Body get ripped up, and then sewed up Every nigga I fucked with, niggaz
s no more takin' my love from me [Chorus] [Ashanti] I'm glad to wake up every day without you on my brain (Uh) No more where you're laid up at night
I make it heaven sent M-J take you to places that you never went One room, one night for every day spent Knocking a dent in the Sheetrock she's hot Got them legs
I'm straight up from the hood Love to bang bang bang Make me wanna scratch up, get some brain How you fit them jeans We can drink and hook up, do some
Bad to the bristle, hat to the rizzle I'm so official, all I need is a whistle Bitch named Crystal, let her suck my pistol She opened up her mouth and
you one thing I know You want my kisses in your narcissistic collapse 'Cause it's so painful when they amputate the taygog See all the prison corpses lined up
a fuckin' tightwad 'Til finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealin' my music so I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the
drug wars and shoot outs You flipped your chip Motorola, called your hooker Told the ho to wet some towels up Said you had a little foul up She
you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try your luck
up this ear boy Yeah you know I wanna come out, I wanna go out on tour with you man Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's
up and buy out the mall. But I'm gone. I'm on the next bus, next club, next slut, next fuck fucking the next one, next up Legs up. How many girls I
, I met this girl the other night Hype super dope body and face, her mini skirt tight Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my legs