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Roderick White
Roderick White
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Roderick White
Roderick White
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Lyrics

Moving like a gweedo Pumping my fist got me moving like a gweedo Moving like a gweedo Pumping my fist got me moving like a gweedo Moving like a gweedo Pumping my fist got me moving like a gweedo Everybody hit the dance floor, now, n-n-now, now, now Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Now do it Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey I'm in the club super croc this Pumping like a gweedo One more trigger blast out torpedo With the DJ ain't right I'm here to straight to the booth Till I pop this CD in and watch the club get loose I'm in VIP I need old J and Grey Goose Got a couple of broads with me All haze get the Duce I see squares in the back And they holding up the wall I just fold the money up and they watched the money fall, (yes) Falling like a maniac, my body moving fast Plus my legs moving slow 'cos I've this pocket full of cash (lets go) Bad yella in there using, I'm must let her pass No before I introduce my hand to her ass Now I'm on that conjure anybody want a glass Gets me drinking out the bottle like I'd never had class Hold your pipe, every one having a blast As we 'bout to be corrupt and I'd never met days Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Now do it Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Let's go Is he about to go down I'm cool with the clearer at the bull with the brown fist Pumping in the club so you better clear the area I think I'm the freshest mother shish in America So rocking cranberry got me white boy wasted Tell the bar tender send me twenty more cases Slap ball up you should see them hate a spaces All black diamonds but I swear I'm not a racist Seven different fruit on the wrist, nothing basic Feeling like a martian I'm higher than a spaceship Somebody call the law, I need to go to jail 'Cos I'm first jay-walking in the club since twelve 'Cos I'm fist pumping hard, I ain't lying, 's what I do And I'm screaming so loud I'm about to bust a vocal cord (Lets go) Please somebody get me 'cos I'm about to pass out Has she got the nerve to ex me while you got the cash out Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Now do it Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Let me see you pump your fist Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Now do it hey Let me see you pump your fist Until you break your wrist Now move like a gweedo Move like a gweedo Let me pump your fist Until you break your wrist Now move like a gweedo Move like a gweedo Let me see you pump your fist Until you break your wrist Now move like a gweedo Move like a gweedo Let me see you pump your fist Until you break your wrist Now move like a gweedo Move like a gweedo, hey (What What can you reap?)
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