Stop!
It's the mother-freaker Ray Mitchum!
Come on.
Yeah, holler at me.
problem with that.
For real.
I heard Holloman's back.
Who in the world want to
problem with that.
Yeah, Harlem is back.
Going to
We'll be right back.
Don't be a sweet, just pull up a pants and do the rock away.
Take the lead back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Come on.
That's it, bud.
Don't dance.
You just pull up a pantsack.
Do the rock away.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Come on.
He on stage, y'all boo.
And the day y'all do, it'll be the day y'all bleed.
Rich money.
degrees.
King of Harlem, ain't nobody made me leave.
Who else could take five years off?
Cold turkey, come back and fly Liz off.
Cats front, leave them leaning like spinoff.
If haters want to hate, then it's their loss.
I'm up in the rucka with all my jigs on.
you can cook a steak on people here may spawn when they get their mason you a hot
very great song it beating on the dj before the may song you play clock king you better have your
I said my kids don't dance, we just pull up our pants and...
You the rock away.
Yeah.
The lean back.
The lean back.
The lean back.
Be back.
Come on.
Let's step on it.
Don't dance.
They just put up a band text.
Do the rock away.
Now lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
You don't want no problems in Harlem.
You don't want no problems.
the boogie down Bronx to do the one on trauma with the blind bomber original Zangata of the blind bottle the model for white America then so
is folks listen for the latino then we got mace back to represent everything else in between including the percentage
the rest we don't the best on each coast the midwest to the dirty dirty even further to miami all the way
back to california it'll probably be best right now if i want to get on the horn when i'm telling about the storm coming all our way
Tell a pal, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait.
Shake that ass a little more, my weight.
But baby, I don't dance.
Not that I can't.
There's a pistol in my pants.
Come on.
Don't dance.
We just pull up our pants.
Do the rock away.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Bring it back, come on, let's have fun, it's no dancing, just pull up a pair of tights, do the rock away.
Hey!
Lean back!
Lean back!
Lean back!
Lean back!
Come on!
No, Judas, a communist sick pains.
Brother Abel is able to stop me.
Not me.
Got the streets asking, damn, who can top me?
Summer Jam killed it, man, and did it all with one beat.
I guess I'm bi-coastal now.
Took a damn south brother to bring your boy out.
What?
Has the wheel keep spinning like a hen?
Stinky crack at one hit, then he out.
Nope.
Joey, bring them semis out.
Force you and y'all's ball little penny out.
With so much rappers acting in the game, I have to...
Tell them put the mic away and run and go and get you anyhow.
Lean back more.
We back at the rocker.
Don't dance, we just pull up a pianza.
Do the rock away.
We'll be back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Come on.
Let's have fun.
Stop dancing.
Pull up a PN Tech.
Do the Rockaway.
Hey!
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Come on.
Don't dance.
We'll just pull out again.
Send a bloody pack away.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Lean back.
Hey, I said don't dance with your polite accent.
Or blow your back away Lean back, lean back, lean back
Lean back!
Hey!
