the New York Groove I'm back, back in the New York Groove I'm back, back in the New York Groove I'm back, in the New York Groove Back, in the New
Fordítás: Groove állam. Serenity (Mi megtalálja).
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me Morning by morning I wake up to find The power and comfort of God?s hand in mine Season by season I watch Him
my watch Travel lighty, flow back easy Back with the bus-a-bus and the P.Diddy We stay livin' at the top of the charts The shit we be spittin', be state
Yeh I know niggas hatin? but there slower than the dollas that I?m makin?. Plus I still walk in any club with my jewels on. No security just me and a couple groove
you do (Don't stop, get it get it) The club be packed, hey, send me a bottle of that It's hella ass, some with glitter and exotic tats You know my stats
's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam It's got groove, it's got meanin' A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom Got the state's appeal with
other side of a pillow So baby, let's groove Like an instrumental And she was so cool Like the other side of a pillow So baby, let's groove Like an instrumental
my place No need to be wasting time You really must be from outer pace Cause you really is blowing my mind Now I done been from state to state But I ain
a ride With a Stet on the set, us you won't forget We're leavin' our marks, but cashin' T-Boy checks So reflect on the text, check out what's next And groove
's how we usually start, once again it's the thought The Dalai Lama of the mic, the Prime Minister thought This directed to whoever in listening range Yo the whole state
hit squad, chubb rock represent hip-hop So kill the beef [ chorus ] [ pmd ] Well, when I first dropped the bait back in 1988 I couldn't wait to get straight and dominate state to state
into the purest perfection of love of all mighty god faced with the sword of the truth like a lightning rod city, states, countries and all abroad
And when I'm rockin' on the mic, you should all applaud Because we're wheelin', dealin', we got a funny feelin' We rock from the floor up to the ceilin' We groove
school synagogue Spinnin' the vision from which I faint You got to do it, you can, gotta keep rhymin' East Side High enjoyin' life, hair blowin' in the wind The state
shit, not shit slop Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop 'Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right It's a high state
brother Dom There's more to this life than disrespecting mommy on the low She's a queen and none the less So groove to Bugatti and the words That you
in line I'm working out my karma (I'm gonna get myself in line/ ain't wasting no more time) I'm gonna pay back all my debts set up a brand new state
