Lyrics Born - Do That There lyrics

Now he comes close gets crushed like clay packs With unlimited flows never stay in the same spot Everything in locks got a place to make rock If you feel it in your heart reach out like grand fox Baby hop on board, you don't need your payed stubs in the galaxy bus we pullin out all stops From the bay to LA just like the great pac Big shout to my man cut chemist and J5 All my women in the spot thats makin the place pop That branch from ba** chocolate Asia good cop, go in, state the obvious Legs and tank tops Y'all keep on truckin y'all doin a great job For ain't no stage I won't take from playin cards In the burgundy coats, snake boots and black socks On the barbary coast playin host to ex wives With the bubbly flowin cuff links and fake bu*ts [Chorus: repeat 2X] When I do that damn thing I do that damn thing I do that damn thing I do that there Now I am award your fate heats That's helped ya one day at the altar mid general called me in to headquarters, gave me an order son I bestow the gift of rap on ya fight for the cause but don't be a mortal I'm your DJ on the steel wheel of fortune Get me an art against lay before you show this to four more ways to change coats? To guess the trouble is when he did what he did Bless me with excellence with the bat and the pen --------? --------? So if any ya young MC's never pa**ed the entry level position I'm guessin eventually Y'all thistle empty disappear gently Like a whisper in the wind come messin with LB [Chorus] Whoa . . . . . . . . . . . . Cut Chemist Whoa . . . . . . . . . .Bring it back now Well abracadrabra I'll saddled up a camel Travelled the Sahara and the avenues of Casablanca ran into the back of a fama? They snackin on the abba-zabba cabbage patch A practising the macarena with who? Santana, Santa, a panda, my gramma Dracula, Aladdin and the delhi-lama Berretta and a mannequin and then I slipped on a banana landed on a hammock In Havana sippin on a can of apple fanta Bit by a piranha when I swam into an aness On the back of a manta I paddled with a spatula Back to atlanta where I had a hamburger with hammers manager Afterwards he handed me eleven lemons for The Tropicana where I had a romantic encounter With janet palmer, a tama for Selma and a calamity jane Samantha vanity, Miss Japan, Canada and panamarama in the back of a natura [Chorus]