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Black Box Rockin To The Music

Woh ho ho Yeah he yeah Just rockin' to the music... Dance... Dance... I know it's foolish but I like your touch It keeps me movin' till I've had

, I'm comin', I hope you get off Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked

, it is not a tumor Red like red like stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-rock with Junior I am the little big Kahuna,

now Give me some now Take me where the darkness is still beautiful I've been runnin' since rock box, I've cocked locks And locked blocks, and rocked rocks

lie I've been in mad beef had to grip ma nine So fuck your rapping lies, still got a trapping life Half a box of the duck ??? This is real ni**er music

are Herbie Hancock, Chick Corea Miles Davis is part of tomorrow's jazz line-up and tonight they're doing rock and blues There's supposed to be more, uhh music

's will collide with my grill, as for drugs that's nil Not or no 'cause yo, MTV will never see me smokin' rocks And ban me from the box with Disney '

bullethole, it is not a tumor Red like red like stop your rumors I stay on track like a box of Pumas Now just r-r-rock with Junior I am the little big

livin' on the block Twenty five percent in prison, the school of hard knocks Fifty percent in poverty is livin' on the rocks Five hundred brothas on a death row box