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You gotta groove If you wanna groove        To the funk groove rap You gotta be far out         And on the track You gotta throw up at a silver moon                      To do the bump                               To do the bump You gotta sweat from tongue You get a sweet ******* echo                                You gotta lay low                                  Act flash                                           Hold on to the bottle                        And never carry cash You gotta answer the call of the trapped Boogie spirit You gotta tell me you love me And I'll know you don't mean it. No what I really think is Love is like movement It's there but you can't see it As the vehicle shows the movement                       it's worth                                Out of Utopia to Earth A victim of love has nothing to do With with cards and poetic words                                               Whilst I was walking down Pasteur Gardens                                                 Which is quite near to me                                                      I heard a child's sad voice                                                         Female it appeared to be                                                            About the age of 3                                                                'Mummy, please don't put it in your                                                                      mouth'                                                                           To which the mother replied                                                                              'I will because big Graham is                                                                                 the master of the bedroom                                                                                   Now that daddy died.'
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
FUNK GROOVE RAP (1993)
You gotta groove If you wanna groove        To the funk groove rap You gotta be far out         And on the track You gotta throw up at a silver moon                      To do the bump                               To do the bump You gotta sweat from tongue You get a sweet ******* echo                                You gotta lay low                                  Act flash                                           Hold on to the bottle                        And never carry cash You gotta answer the call of the trapped Boogie spirit You gotta tell me you love me And I'll know you don't mean it. No what I really think is Love is like movement It's there but you can't see it As the vehicle shows the movement                       it's worth                                Out of Utopia to Earth A victim of love has nothing to do With with cards and poetic words                                               Whilst I was walking down Pasteur Gardens                                                 Which is quite near to me                                                      I heard a child's sad voice                                                         Female it appeared to be                                                            About the age of 3                                                                'Mummy, please don't put it in your                                                                      mouth'                                                                           To which the mother replied                                                                              'I will because big Graham is                                                                                 the master of the bedroom                                                                                   Now that daddy died.'
cliffy-buglione
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
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