on the floor Darling get on the floor Let me introduce you to my party people In the club... [Pitbull] I'm loose And everybody knows I get off the train
want that old thing back. I?m a bring it back blood Come follow me Listen likkle hip hop jazz and r&b ?Care make the struggle?, make them bwouys go mad Act like ya heavy
is a man's world But it wouldn't be nothing without a woman or a girl You know, man made a car to take us over the road Man made the train to carry heavy
The first I remember knowin' Was that lonesome whistle blowin' And a youngin's dream Of growin' up to ride On a freight train leavin' town Not knowin
The first thing I remember knowing was a lonesome whistle blowing And a young gun's dream of growing up to ride On a freight train leaving town, not knowing
into your keeping Oh, lead me on, lead me on The awaited deliverance comforts the seeking, lead on Waiting for the train, labelled with a golden star Heavy
those hips the way u walk and talk with those beautiful lips got in new york train of thought and think u the shit a suitable fit, u even keep ur cutacles clipped fully equipped, heavy
right back at me I wish I had covered all my tracks completely 'Cause I'm so afraid Is that the light at the far end of the tunnel Or just the train?
frame is what Salt-N-Pepa meant Cops can't spray the dude's face with peppermint Man, 'cause I put the iron on 'em Heavy Starch, put "Da Hol' 9" on 'em Heavy
to the right I move right into the firing zone and scream Drink, fuck or fight It's just a matter of respect Or is that something I missed This ain't no peace train
Nazi Against all odds see the judge tried to Pac me Lucky dice roll got my lawyers screaming "Yatzhee" Who the fuck can stop me run away freight train
own conversations With the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit And I know you have a heavy
heavy on the case, I stay in first place Mud on my shoes, taste blood on my face Out of town, touch down never out of ... Got train for the gold, I could
thang When you're living life in the game I can jump out the jet, I can run, I can swim I'm heavy on the case, I stay in first place Mud on my shoes,
ain't no empty cellar Need a gone dead train Yes, it's a gone dead train Got to help it to burn You know it's a gone dead train You got to teach it
d probably be sprung, addicted to the heat of her tongue And though I don't where we're goin', she's makin' me come I've been trained as a boss playa
we do is stay two steps ahead Make the hoes get loose like a noose neck-Instead while these dudes beg for head They got the game twisted, heavy traffic
where, I already came here with it Pull up at the picnic El Camino on 13's Red nose pit bulls in the back, No leash Mu'fuckas well-trained, on the low