Fuck your rules, I'm smoking on the inside Dance like you're from Pushing up on your back side. Pushing back on my dick, right Rub it We ain't trying to paly god god We ain't gotta be stars star As long as we stay smart Legs up on the wall, yo Hands down on the ground now Bent over the woofer, let the base rub you down You nasty, you nasty, you nasty, boy you nasty Dance it feels better this way, so much better this way Dance it feels better this way, so much better this way When I say holler, you say luiahalle, hallelujah Jesus take it to church, cocking rocking put it to work I'll be on my grind got my hands in the dirt I'm
Spank My Booty. Our Little Secret Stript. The Best of Jimmy Bo Horne.
Neurotic new terror Esoteric laminate leader of the new era New parable, panoramic point of view Chose your own adventure Quran, con the daily news Know the race, know the state, know the base, Know that space is the place, know the name, know the face Know I carry more weight in my mind than my waist And the sound of the bass, make you wind up your waist Pop on these niggas like pressurized bomb Slide in the cypher like a government drone Laid underground like a tomb Ten men came for me, not one made it home This goes out to the smokers This goes out to the drinkers This goes out to the masters Critical times need critical thinkers Smoke is for smoking Drink is for drinking Pricks is for poking And ass is for freaking. Spank Rock The Upside Album songs 1. Assassin feat. Amanda Blank Provided 3. Back Up Modify 4.