101st.Place - Groove Train Lyrics

When the summertime heats up
Then it's time to hear the street cause
We got ya slidin' like a greased up
Pig out on the water now you're blowin' out your speakers
Diving into the water
And I'm in tune with the hotter
Days of the summer make em' come up like the things in her crotch or
She's draining the knocker
Wishing I could make it with my words
Get brain like I'm Goddard
With it, I be workin'
Dropping a song and I'm sure they heard it
Got 'em turned on like electrons we be current, but nobody gets alerted, so I'm in the lab just searching
For ways to say that we all get laid like Hawaiian tourists
Got a weight on my chest, but Imma work out
Imma say that the rest are getting burned down
Really need the team for seed just like a birdhouse
The D's, GIAMBRI put my name up in your mouth

Groove like nobody else watchin'
Move until we tell you to stop it
Be nonsense
Loose conscious
Want some food for thought, well just watch this

Dirty talker, I'm the
Incredible Walker call me Luke Sky
Using the force to unloosen your thighs
They never seen a Jedi this fly
Put me on cloud nine
Millennial Millennium Falcon, I'm talking
Like a dog I'm barking watch me
Fetch for the tree, I ain't about the sticks
I want a prize that's bigger than me
It's no surprise that 4 eyes can rhyme so lyrically
Must be the second coming, I always knew they were up to something
Writing words like they were poems in a sonnet
Spitting so fast, you'd think that they were supersonic
Begging all their friends if they would listen to their phonics
Now they sippin' like Scottie Pippen, shots and tonics
And isn't it ironic how the table flips
One second they ain't about it but now they wanna sit
Where we been at every minute, hour, day in the year
Y'all got someone to fear, I ain't even here
Rapping it up like presents, I'll dial it up to eleven
I'll catch you all up in heaven, I'm seeing y'all getting Holy the blood is drippin' like ice on Rollie's
You get it
My shots fired and they hit, I'm the boss
And Imma make sure y'all get fired 'fore you quit

Back for the third time
Rappin' a verse like
It's in a sarcophagus and we covered the dirt line

Back in the hearse I
Keep it so Di-vine
Get some protection, y'all f*ckers needing the D-line

Hold up wait a second
Don't know if it was the right time to let em' get it

Well if we hold up on the greatness, how will the people rate this?
3-2 and we ain't winning' game 6?

Then I guess we take a shot
And whether or not
We make it is irrelevant, we can say that we gave it all we got

Well shit, GIAMBRI
Take the light of the spot
Show em' why we hot

Crews jumping right on the stages
Who's wanting a complication
We run it while you be huffin' and puffin' just like you droppin' places
Passing
Everybody racing, they probably can get they ass kicked
After that, I'm pressed up on her like a chapstick
Needin' a caption

Groove like nobody else watchin'
Move until we tell you to stop it
Be nonsense
Loose conscious
Want some food for thought, well just watch this