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Correct Rockin' To The P.M. Lyrics
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Correct Rockin' To The P.M.
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Okay ni-ggas, and ba-bettes I hope you ready for this one, 'cause I am Money be Coolin in the house with the Piano Man, yaknowhatI'msayin? And we bout to get busy, like thiiis, check it out! Tinkle tinkle tinkle, plinkle plinkle plink This groove moves me, but whata' you think it takes to make a hip-hop masterpiece, well if has at least a break with a shuffle, Money B will bust a couple of fly funky phrases, 'cause my rhymes get praises Even add the flavor with the because it pays It's written by the groceries, or should I say the veggies Come over here fair maiden, allow me to pull the wedgie from the baggy pants you're wearin', excuse me for starin' You've got a very nice rear I hope you don't mind sharin' A minute to get to know me, I'm sure you will adore me So walk and talk with me 'cause every freckle has a story I'm showin' that this is, fact and not fictitious Lend me your ear, ba-bay, 'cause I'm your poetry man I make it alright, youknowhatI'msayin? I'll be your guidin light your superstar but only if you let me be him So while you think it over I'll be rockin' to the PM (Yo Piano Man) (rock rock on) Well like I said I'm a poet like a painter with a palette of styles, ah, which one shall it be? A def freestyle? I'm not dissin This one's for partyin, word to your guardian So be it moms, pops, or your grannie I'm non-stoppin' and clockin, crazy fanny So hand me, nuff respect, 'cause it's a must have 'Cause I can bust ass, cut you like a mustache Put you in the headlock, send your butt to Bedrock Yabba-dabba-dooin, so I suggest you don't be screwin around with this you thought you was gonna be down with this? When donkeys fly, guy I'm the type of person that your mama always wanted you to be MC M-O-N-E-Y dash Bsee It's a crime to hear your rhyme you thought worthwhile but yo, you got a style like Private Pyle Surprise surprise surprise, Gomer Like Canseco, I take no, and still be hittin' homers Especially when the pitch of the key, as bein thrown to me hittin' the spot and it rocks'n'rolls and yo Hob Keynote has gotta be the Piano Man (Yo Piano Man) (rock rock on) Take me to the bridge, but don't cross-over! The Piano Man, abbreviated it's the PM And when he plays, believe me that's what you'll say when you see him Operatin' on the ebonies and ivories beside me pride No lie I kid you not the man is live, G He receives me like a huge gulp of Gatorade He rips it up and later on gets paid So make the most of this, cut yourself a piece of the rug And grab a cutie, and grab the booty, real slow Because, I know you can I know you can can yes you can can oh why can't you? It's easy to dance to the PM not a wax museum, so stop posin' If you're frozen, he'll break the ice 'cause he's nice And twice, the fun when Money Fuse get loose Pourin' it on like a bucket of gin and orange juice Raw Fusion, puttin' the Piano Man on display And this is the way he gets loose And while the Piano Man is wreckin' it, I want y'all to check it Ronice, take us home sweetie (Piano Man play your thing)
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