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(feat. Greg Nice, Psycho Les) [Chorus: Greg Nice] Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin And, everybody was singin and, everybody was bringin Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don't be thinkin [Greg Nice] Hey yo, I be the man dangle, handle bilingual Shit's so hot, it might be the first single Soft mack sprinklin salt on my pringle Ain't no stoppin me now, I'm gon jungle N-I, flippin shit, freakin shit Runnin shit from channel to channel I ain't gon bite off more than I can handle I got the DVD all in my wall panel I ain't try to brag, this is on my dick, cuz they see in a mag Should of drived a Benz or I should of drived the Jag Old school nigga I rock the doo rag I might fuck around and let my pants sag [Tony Touch] One two, I come through wit my familles Big Psych, pit fight, you know the deals Potted, take a good look at what we started SongtexteRetarded, that Brooklyn bullshit we got it Everybody already know Toca be bout it And me gettin knocked out the box, kid, I doubt it It's crowded, up in the club, so I'mma rub My pinga against the ninga to show love Stuck in the cut, as always I come wit the ruck Tony Touch, Beatnuts, straight fuckin it up Now don't sleep home boy, I got it tucked in the gut Just in cause I gotta flex against one of you ducks Mira drago, Mr. El Cavallo I send y'all free like Cinque de Mayo Claro, come on y'all, get wit the vibe And follow, and pump this cassette in the ride Aiyo, Nills where's you man wit the Jeckyl and Hyde? Let's get this jump-off jumpin, flip the record and slide [Chorus: Greg Nice] Everybody was dancin and, everybody was swingin And, everybody was singin and, everybody was movin And, everybody was movin to the groove Everybody was dancin and, everybody was smokin And, everybody was drinkin and, niggas don't be thinkin [Psycho Les] Aiyo, Psych is chillin, flippin the hottest hits in the club drinkin Never trickin on a pigeon, yo who I'm bringin The glock is hittin, but it's reachable by hand I'mma beat you wit this, til you can't understand And I don't give a fuck if you don't know who I am This is that pimp song, so take your minks off And wild out for the night and get your drinks on Mami, the way you rock me on the dance floor Got me, ready to take my fuckin pants off Blast off into a new dimension Here's a little somethin I'd like to mention If you ain't lovin it, you must be a hater If shorty ain't fuckin, see you later Hasta la vista, you full of pasta and pizza Oh, you gangster, I'mma get mobster and beat ya Now tell me who the best there is Greg N-I, Tony Touch, Psycho Les, there it is [Chorus x2: Greg Nice] Everybody pit fightin and, niggas don't be writin And, muthafuckas keep bitin, and And, and, and, and, a-and Aus Songtexte Mania