everybody than can step
put your left leg in, give it a shake and just dance
prance, fall to the floor and hold stance
once you're blackin' out, i can take your pants
i glance, to the side of the room at old glands
with a bold plan, i'll grab her throat with both hands
like "oh shit", grab and throw her up inside moe's van
i'm coastin', so let us put up a toast man
i'm roastin' hotter than the doors on the porches
parked outside the club when my team performs
there's no chance i won't leave this place with a whore and
alure her friends to abord my ford
so go chant and show some support to pro camp
'cause the champ is back from the frozen morgue
the dope man will defend himself with a chokeslam
and protect his peeps and offend the law
yeah
Copyright: Steven Spagnuolo 2009
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