paroles de chanson Run It Back - C.Shreve the Professor

Laid back. We just coolin
Yeah, yeah

Hey, hey, yeah, yo, check it, check it out now

Yo, Mommy love to dance, Daddy love to rap
Babies love to grow and then time run it back
Yo, Mommy love to dance, Daddy love to rap
Babies love to grow and then time run it back

Yeah, mommy love to dance, daddy can't sing
Now we learned to rap and now we doin big things
Yeah, word to God, I'ma underground king
NC Bun B, RIP Pimp C
One thing like Amerie, slay the game faithfully
Triple A plus, yeah movin up to major league
Mommy love to dance, daddy love to rap
Babies love to grow and then time run it back
And then time run it back
Run it back, run it back
(Mommy love to... daddy love to... aye, aye)

Yo, Mommy love to dance, Daddy love to rap
Babies love to grow and then time run it back

Mommy love to dance, Daddy love to ball
Get em on the microphone and watch em do it all
From the south with the draw, quick to lay the law
Word to Yamazawa this the sauce with the slaw
This for all the babies cause they know we like it raw
Shimmy shimmy ya, get involved with what you saw
Another hot summer, damn it's bout to be the fall
This world need some help and I'm just tryna hear the call
Damn, I'm just tryna hear the call
This world needs some help and I'm just tryna hear the call

Mommy love to dance, Daddy love to rap
Babies love to grow and then time run it back
Mommy love to dance, Daddy love to rap
Babies love to grow and then time run it back

And then time run it back
Run it back, run it back
(Mommy love to... Daddy love to... aye, now run it back)