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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
Lyricist: Boyz II Men
Lyrics:
Hey boo! Yeah did you remember the tip of tender fender bender From last September you let me enter the center So we went through the Winter Then we had a little prob, now we let it solve Now you think that you get robbed if you're givin' bod Well I'm stickin' to the kitten cause it's hittin' The only way I be splittin' if you pick it for money and trick it You wanna dip, this is the brick you pick So you ain't dismissed until both sets of lips kiss It's the mother number one the phunky Phillified The chilly side, Boyz II Men and women with the illy vibe So until it's nineteen ninety (Nine) Just vibe with me and smile like you wifey for life, B
Too high to get over Yeah yeah Too low to get under Yeah yeah Too high to get over Yeah yeah Too low to get under...arm me with harmony
We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin'
That's right Just move it on down And you came to feel the Flav Bad Boy, Bad Boy Haa! We just vibe to the beat That's right The Mackalicious funk Flav Gotta get the cash Ah one two y'all! Gotta get, gotta get the dough
Craig Mack's got a lot in store for MCs so please listen Fake rappers stop booin' and hissin' My shit's the bomb, like nitroglycerin Electrifying, if I said I wasn't I'd be lying On the fader, from here to Grenada Dope demonstrater creator of the force like hey Darth Vader You imitator, I'm greater than your data MC's run up so then they pack this doggie bag for later I'm the wisdom-mystical Hyper-scientifical Do your typical write rhymes get loaded take a miracle To lyrical whip, the word dick on the side tip Rhymes to flip, Hercules ain't got a tighter grip Whoever said that you couldn't be beat? Well have a seat Grab a spoon, taste some defeat I shake MC's down directly to the ground Boyz II Men make the world go round
We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin'
How ya feel? Party people, how ya feel? Let me know if everything remains real! Word up! Tell me how ya feel! I feel good tonight, talk to me tell me how do ya feel So that everything's alright Word is bond! Busta Rhymes keep it comin' one time for your mind Flip Mode y'all, yo
Whoooo! That music feel my cool breeze Make you bang your head from hear to overseas, now! You feel the charge that we be generatin', conversatin' Always get taken by vibes that be penetratin' I make you feel the sensation like we come into The last days of Revelation, sometimes that's how we be vibin' Yes I'm gonna keep you smilin' Hit you then I take you on a ride just like Coney Island One two three it's simply you and me While you listen I MC Blow your mind and make you really want to party Ohh ohh! Take those bars and keep 'em swingin' Ohh! Sometimes it makes me want to start singin' But I keep on bringing ... ... and swinging you better believe I keep your bells ringing Feel the motion and the magic potion while we in the dancehall With Boyz II Men we bring the universal vibe y'all! Bring the universal vibe y'all One time, Flip Mode is forever Y'all get down and feel my thing Guaranteed to make your fat butt swing One time while I get on
We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin' We're just, vibin' Groovin', vibin'
Here come that real rap shit Criminology, yeah I mentally stab your brain with the pain While other brothers spit mad game I spit flames You know my fuckin name, write joints with Mary J Johnny Blaze get methed right because it pays Life insurance indeed as we proceed To give the track menstrual cramps until it bleeds Who the bad guy? It's I, the chinky eye Knotty-head, rugged MC, from N.Y City, my whole rap committee get busy My roots date back to Kizzy, now ask who is he Lady sings the blues then, I take it as a gem That's able to raise Boyz II Men A thousand, young black kids from out the housing Projects, ready to catch wreck, Ticallion The center of attraction guaranteed satisfaction Stop the yappin' make it happen, baby
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