Run, run over the hills Can feel the (bouncing balls?) around me Kill a flower in someone's garden But I don't care, I am free Streams let themselves
: Run, run over the hills Can feel the (bouncing balls?) around me Kill a flower in someone's garden But I don't care, I am free Streams let themselves
, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it Then turn around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet Run up on your lawyer for
mind, but what do you mean I am the one Who will dance on the floor in the round She said I am the one who will dance on the floor in the round [2
building It's cooler than the street I been watching the setting sun As it bounces off the avenue turning into gold dust at my feet Carlos and Yolanda dancing
in love..In this world of hate and war.. Girl meets boy, and falls in love. So let stay together, play together days forever babe. Ok, a deeper subject,titty dances
're standing on the wall like you was Poindexter Next days function high class luncheon Food they're serving, you're stone-cold munchin' Music comes on people start to dance
that light With my one good arm behind my back" Says little Joey Diaz Brother give me another tote Those downtown hoods are no damn good Those Italians
it y'all, one It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run
one ditch the other I jumped in my ride and I burnt rubber Party time, get busy, Too Short She's the one, love those legs danced to rockers But it seems like days
are opal and some are pink Some are blue and some are just yellow Well, I don't mean any harm, all I wanted to do is just say hello Oh, those were the days
later, if not then sooner Hey what we gon' do in ninety-two Even though we had fun in ninety-one Wonderful my days, all things comin' down Run up on
call me Come home and still blow cats for me Pump crack, stabbin' all them hoodrat shorties A live gunslinger well known, born to dance when the heat is on Stapleton days
little reminder so those suckas is kinder A little message from Run, D.M.C Cuts for days will amaze and maze But will make you sad to tan all the dance
And released bonds of shame-sex Those Kalifornia Kiddies shinning in the sun Those Kalifornia Kiddies love 'em every one They felt our hippie happy days
Menemsha, Menemsha The sunset on the sound Were almost too much to take We would dance on the hill With our friends 'Til the morning would break Everybody drank too much beer In those days
learned to read or write so well, But she could run a bar like ringing a bell. And all kinds of people came from miles around, To see the girls dancing
