Lyrics

Well, mama told me when I was three Lord, the street'll never get you nowhere You take a street car jumpin' and back beat bump And get along like it isn't there You hold your head up high like you're gonna fly You take the bitter till you find the sweet And when you got that crowd and it's screamin' loud You leave them sittin' on the edge of their seat Oh, yeah, you gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing And honey, talk that talk Well, Hollywood, if New York could Keep you babblin' till the break of day And no time to rest and you've got to feel blessed 'Cause you're gonna get it anyway Now when you start to wail and your face turns pale You've got to pump it till your pistol pops And as the eagle flew, baby, so will you 'Cause you're climbin' all the way to the top Oh, yeah, you gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing And honey, talk that talk Oh, yeah, you gotta step that step Walk that walk Shake that thing And honey, talk that talk Got to step that step Walk that walk Baby, shake that thing You got to talk that talk Oh, step that step Walk that walk Girl, shake that thing Got to talk that talk Well, step that step And walk that walk Baby, shake that thing You got to talk that talk Oh, step that, step that, step that step And walk that, walk that, walk that walk And shake that thing, that thing, that thing And talk that, talk that, talk that, talk
Writer(s): Mark Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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