| Well I got a new kinda square dance rap
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| Gon' talk smack, flash my gat
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| I’m finna spit and hold my dick
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| And heat shit up like a thermostat
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| Grab your partner by the chaps
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| Give your partner a pimp-slap
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| To symbolize the ghetto trap
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| Step to the right, give three claps
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| Kids jam-packed in tenement shacks
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| Ain’t shit cooking on the stove but crack
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| This is the bat this hell beget
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| 'Cause bosses are kleptomaniacs
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| Two by two Promenade
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| Duck from a B1 bomber raid
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| Ain’t 'bout the plans Osama made
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| Banks getting paid off petrol trade
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| Circle eight, do-si-do
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| How much cash could a o-z grow?
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| 'Til all are fed and all have beds
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| My skin is black, my star is red
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| FBI coming round the outside
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| Which one of us finna die tonight?
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| Is we finna fight over crumbs to bite
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| Or make a whole muthafucking world ignite?
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| Everybody throw them blows
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| Right upside your partner’s nose
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| By now you’ve got bloody clothes
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| Crabs in the barrel so the story goes
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| Think of all their savage acts
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| Grab 'n scratch from average cats
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| Bureaucrats with strings attached
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| Walk in place, light the match
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| Everybody get down low 'bout the level of your toes
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| These dance moves we usually do are not the ones that we have chose
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| Grab on to that beat and grind, try your best to stay alive
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| We can’t run, we can’t hide, might as well just stay and fight |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Promenade, artist - Street Sweeper Social Club. Album song Street Sweeper Social Club, in the genre Иностранный рок