I got the ball this time
When I place this crowd
Move to the R to the U to the I

I said: you're sweet

I'll give you a wage

I'll give you a number
Mother $#&@er
I'll let you provin'

Bring dance and let your ball gonna pop

I'll pass it to the radio station

Put on my, and put my tape on
By the time you figure out what went wrong
When I'm gone


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Pop your balloon

Pop pop your balloon
Pop your balloon
Pop pop your balloon

Pop your balloon
Pop pop your balloon


I'll grab a mike
People lose their money
Put your hand in the air what the heck it's in trouble

Walking shouting Do your best, Mike
'Cause I'm filled with speed like a tour to France
I got to spinin' and an eco-place

You keep the competition sealed under our hacks

A little sweet 'cause is the cause of the tape

Like Frank Ferrari
I'm a magic man head
Folks in the,

Cops can't capture the bad $$#
Shout at
Try to get the post

But you can't take the brag

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We can deliver it upon it like a rocket
We got style none of you can top it

We're in a club and yes we're,
You keep on tellin'
That's right That's right


I'm down in the ba!@&(t mixin' up
I'm on the edge and I'm on a break

You got the persons I got the plates
We pressed 'til,
Yes we make it happin with the rappin

In the clubs with the, and the blue-berry
The sound that you know
We can hit it far as high as you go


God search him
What channel is he on

'Cause ain't no sunshine where Mikey's gone

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