מילים לשיר Breathe In Breathe Out – Baxter

Yo, yo, yo, yo Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out) Do the chickenhead go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out) Do the monastery go on let it out Breathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend (Verse: Ali)
Somebody move, nobody get hurt This is official, man, only dance flo' experts And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal Flamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandable Now back to somebody movin' nobody get hurt My intentions on this one is the party wet his shirt
Now go to work and do the chicken (buh kah) Do the chicken, and once you do it's stickin' Believe me dirty it's kickin' through the door Throwback Vokal velour Matchin' Diadonas, fresh off tour, head to the floor Take it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it down Created by my town the monastery is found
Or the Casino like Reno, I'm that nigga can see low Crowd movin' all black, white, la
There will be no extra space to waste Pick up the pace, see your heart rate And if you start to hyperventilate (Verse: Ali) Right now, I hope you wit me I'm a Wizard like Chris Whitney
When doin' it law breakin' the people gon' come get me First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse Fellas tuck in ya shirt and put in belt buckle words Sayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right Fellas ya betta find that and get behind that Third, you can do it, shaken or stirred Show up per word and flap like a bird Fo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's live
Six, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING! Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven
Let ya body preach like we in church and need a reverend Eight, if you made it this far, dirty you straight If not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too late Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime? Ten (Verse: Nelly) Yo, who got that, that fire?
That fire, I can't lie
I need that, that fire Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)
Pass me that, that fire
That fire, I can't lie
I'm gon' off, that fire Cause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh) (Ali) It's got that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appeal Fo' real nobody killin', I would, like a naughty will Like 'Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yours Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor You can be county or city, ugly or pretty No chest the tig ol' bitties, all ages five to fifty Now breathe in, breathe out
If ya got it goin' then show me what you about.