Pras - Get Your Groove On Lyrics
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Get Your Groove On
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What Are The Lyrics For Get Your Groove On By Pras?
This goes out to all of y'all females and males
Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (A-get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (A-get your groove on) ReFugee Camp, uh, huh Navy Seals, All-Stars, come on, come on, come on Yo, yo, yo, so you wanna be startin' somethin' Not for nothin', but yo, Pras is only good for steady pumpin' I go bust, I'm inflammable, yeah, you disgust me Your flow is horrible, see your man gotta carry you Hyper water balls say no more, your words are too cheap Too affordable, you incapable of runnin' your label Goin' against my crew is very irrational, improbable Unthinkable, yeah, quite impossible So, what's your motive, tell me, what's your agenda? Try to slide under my name is all proper beginner Tackle the crime, run out of time, in the wrong state of the mind Is a sign of the time? You was quick like Cower Marie Type a kid, slowly for what, his birth I'll drink you like a bloody Mary Why try? You die, black eye, you rough guys Try to light my fire you get burnt with smoke eyes This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy about it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on (Get your thug on) Come on and get your thug on (Come on, come on, come on) Everybody, come on Where you been on tour? Niggas get no dumber It's scary; I know exactly what you did last summer Nothin', chilled low, do you feel dough? I mean that real dough bitch's still real slow You got show dough, go in, split that We'll be gone till November, when y'all niggas get back Ah, did y'all ever go, ever flow? Guess we'll never know A lot of cats talk about it, hoes screamin', weather shows Yo, it's crunch time, ya want mine? You hardly know me But when we blow, you'll catch them off guard like Kobe Now, we did star as Rodies, point shamper would not Lauryn, we know Tone, with the camper would not I'm not Puff, but I can stop, best you know Test the flow don't do it, be the next to blow Nigga, check your [unverified]seen my style is fly Better get her, I'm on point like, Alan Nigh This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy about it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on Come on and get your thug on (Come on, come on, come on) Everybody, come on See, cats real clever like me bringin' the strong Had a deal for a year, can't write one song Been side too long, your advance picked up I'm like Kane in 88, I'ma tear shit up Spitter, six flows average dudes can't stand me I'm nice and ease state, bringin' heat like Miami You never got to let me flow, I still kick it Never got to light my six, I still whip it Tell your chick not to see me no more, I still hit it She tossed and committed, player the shot did it And Mr. Dibbs in it, then leave it alone Watch me floss all night, no, get your own, what This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy about it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on (Get your thug on) Come on and get your thug on Everybody, come on Yo, yo, yo a lot of people thought I left, welcome me back like Carter Play these cats with a vengeance watch them die harder You play your sound, we'll play our [unverified] louder And stop askin' me who the hell the baby's father Dirty cash countin', my crew never losin' Shorty on standby, chief four, jet fuelin' Who is to say, how many AK's Spread your way, what price you wanna pay? Prices cut, iced seeds, sprinkle on my Rolo Triple threat trio, you take us in the Limo, dig I'm the safest ride I hear, next to the Volvo Six double-o while you lacin' a Pinto No one isn't safe, many had, carry ways I'm fully irate, most ghettos don't want to gate We play Grammy's you play Ricki Lake Baptizin' sinners at the Salt Lake City, baby This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on (Get your groove on) Come and get your groove on (Get your groove on) And tell my people that's rowdy about it In the click about it, about it Let me see ya scream and shout, a-get your thug on (Get your thug on) Come on and get your thug on (Get your thug on) Everybody, come on Uh, yeah, come on, stop it, stop it This goes out to all of y'all females and males Without it, with a job, a-get your groove on To all-them niggas locked down All them real niggas, nahmean? |
Who Wrote Get Your Groove On By Pras?
Pras Michel, Harry Casey, Richard Finch, Jerry Duplessis, Nafis Hurst, Al Holly, Joel Witherspoon
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