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Rockin' To The P.M. Lyrics

Raw Fusion – Rockin' To The P.M. Lyrics

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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