Slide through the club
Like butter on a griddle,
I was busting moves in the womb
Before I was little.
Here to drop the beat
No time to cry and puddle,
The beat in your feet
Goes to head from the middle.
Slide through the crowd
Like I was made of butter,
I have moves so smooth
You'll never need another.
I surprise your daddy
And impress your mother
You'll never believe
I made it through the gutter.
Your lines roll off of me
Like water off a duck,
My style is real
I don't believe in luck
I'm stepping on sir
I can never get stuck
But I'll stop you in your tracks
Like you were cemented to muck
Sliding through the club
Like butter I be going
Nicholas Cage in this joint
All the moves I be knowing
Like a river of sound
My lyrics they be flowing
Hype moves funky grooves
Mad skills I be showing.
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