, grab a girl Everywhere, around the world There'll be dancing They're dancing in the street Way down in L.A. Every day they're dancing in the street
dedicated to los opromidos They give so much love, that is in the air They work all day, dance all night So when tomorrow comes, they say hey who cares
'm short of my identity I scream, "Mom and dad, why can't I be who I wanna be, to be?" I just wanna be myself and I want you to love Me for who I am
up and dance, get up and dance Move your body, b-b-body No, nobody stop, everybody move Get up and dance, g-g-get up and dance Move your body, b-b-body
in the music, in the movies Cut to the chase pan across to the face, I'm right there Freeze frame on the street name, oops, wait a minute This is where the streets
't there The more hits we make, more money to burn The more fame we get, niggas get concerned It don't matter who's hot, who's out Bad Boy is back for
m thrownin a block party on two one streets, fo' sho [Jermaine Dupri] Welcome to Atlanta remix HEY!!! And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets
when i come thru hit you with the brand new buggati coupe, damn thing only only sits 2 but you know who who ridin in my passenger side with me flyin
Please let me get down and blow a fuse Actin' fool breakin' shit down to molecules Yo, let me hit you with my ill street blues Busta Rhymez, always headlines the street
a street walking by Keep a running for your life cause only one will survive War is in the street and it's an eye for an eye Run on for your life or you
We're dancing free but we're stuck here underground And everybody trying to figure they way out Hey, hey, hey, all we ever wanted to say Was chased erased
A modern day Romeo and Juliet American tragedy Low rent, high rise lovers who met At the end of Coronado Street Crucifix made in California gold Two
got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall A bitch who burns my
with the Gangstas rollin' South Central L.A. : my home We was out the feeling that hiphop be We couldn't connect to the New York streets So we took the
are God's true gift There's absolutely no question who I'd rather be with I love ladies I seen this fly girl walkin' down the street Jammin' a box
succeeded Dope beats and lyrics,no beepers needed For this drug deal,I'm the big wheel The dope I'm sellin',you don't smoke,you feel Out on the dance
mind Not allown' me to stop the rhyme Until the whole motherfuckin' book's complete Then I write on the back of the sheets I made promise to my brothers in street
