paroles de chanson Groove Train - 101st.Place
When
the
summertime
heats
up
Then
it's
time
to
hear
the
street
cause
We
got
ya
slidin'
like
a
greased
up
Pig
out
on
the
water
now
you're
blowin'
out
your
speakers
Diving
into
the
water
And
I'm
in
tune
with
the
hotter
Days
of
the
summer
make
em'
come
up
like
the
things
in
her
crotch
or
She's
draining
the
knocker
Wishing
I
could
make
it
with
my
words
Get
brain
like
I'm
Goddard
With
it,
I
be
workin'
Dropping
a
song
and
I'm
sure
they
heard
it
Got
'em
turned
on
like
electrons
we
be
current,
but
nobody
gets
alerted,
so
I'm
in
the
lab
just
searching
For
ways
to
say
that
we
all
get
laid
like
Hawaiian
tourists
Got
a
weight
on
my
chest,
but
Imma
work
out
Imma
say
that
the
rest
are
getting
burned
down
Really
need
the
team
for
seed
just
like
a
birdhouse
The
D's,
GIAMBRI
put
my
name
up
in
your
mouth
Groove
like
nobody
else
watchin'
Move
until
we
tell
you
to
stop
it
Be
nonsense
Loose
conscious
Want
some
food
for
thought,
well
just
watch
this
Dirty
talker,
I'm
the
Incredible
Walker
call
me
Luke
Sky
Using
the
force
to
unloosen
your
thighs
They
never
seen
a
Jedi
this
fly
Put
me
on
cloud
nine
Millennial
Millennium
Falcon,
I'm
talking
Like
a
dog
I'm
barking
watch
me
Fetch
for
the
tree,
I
ain't
about
the
sticks
I
want
a
prize
that's
bigger
than
me
It's
no
surprise
that
4 eyes
can
rhyme
so
lyrically
Must
be
the
second
coming,
I
always
knew
they
were
up
to
something
Writing
words
like
they
were
poems
in
a
sonnet
Spitting
so
fast,
you'd
think
that
they
were
supersonic
Begging
all
their
friends
if
they
would
listen
to
their
phonics
Now
they
sippin'
like
Scottie
Pippen,
shots
and
tonics
And
isn't
it
ironic
how
the
table
flips
One
second
they
ain't
about
it
but
now
they
wanna
sit
Where
we
been
at
every
minute,
hour,
day
in
the
year
Y'all
got
someone
to
fear,
I
ain't
even
here
Rapping
it
up
like
presents,
I'll
dial
it
up
to
eleven
I'll
catch
you
all
up
in
heaven,
I'm
seeing
y'all
getting
Holy
the
blood
is
drippin'
like
ice
on
Rollie's
You
get
it
My
shots
fired
and
they
hit,
I'm
the
boss
And
Imma
make
sure
y'all
get
fired
'fore
you
quit
Back
for
the
third
time
Rappin'
a
verse
like
It's
in
a
sarcophagus
and
we
covered
the
dirt
line
Back
in
the
hearse
I
Keep
it
so
Di-vine
Get
some
protection,
y'all
fuckers
needing
the
D-line
Hold
up
wait
a
second
Don't
know
if
it
was
the
right
time
to
let
em'
get
it
Well
if
we
hold
up
on
the
greatness,
how
will
the
people
rate
this?
3-2
and
we
ain't
winning'
game
6?
Then
I
guess
we
take
a
shot
And
whether
or
not
We
make
it
is
irrelevant,
we
can
say
that
we
gave
it
all
we
got
Well
shit,
GIAMBRI
Take
the
light
of
the
spot
Show
em'
why
we
hot
Crews
jumping
right
on
the
stages
Who's
wanting
a
complication
We
run
it
while
you
be
huffin'
and
puffin'
just
like
you
droppin'
places
Passing
Everybody
racing,
they
probably
can
get
they
ass
kicked
After
that,
I'm
pressed
up
on
her
like
a
chapstick
Needin'
a
caption
Groove
like
nobody
else
watchin'
Move
until
we
tell
you
to
stop
it
Be
nonsense
Loose
conscious
Want
some
food
for
thought,
well
just
watch
this
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