s a passion Oh you can feel it yeah Oh it's a passion Ohh I'm serious as cancer when I say "Rhythm is a dancer" Rhythm is a dancer It's a source companion
Prevod: Snap. Rhythm Is A Dancer (Roll On).
Prevod: Snap. Rhythm Is A Dancer.
a passion oh ... Rhythm you can feel it you can feel it rhythm Rhythm is a dancer rhythm you can feel it you can feel it. Rhythm rhythm is a dancer
in the air Ooh, it's a passion Ooh, you can feel it in the air Ooh, it's a passion Ooh, ooh, ooh, oh Rhythm is a dancer It's a soul's companion You
make the motion more complete, yeah, to make it more a treat Club d'jour is where to go come on down and see the show When the rhythm's really right
hatin' that's when you bust a move on You came in the club to have a good time So crunk, you done cranked up a soul train line Now everybody dance on
mad noise if you dig it peace to ya If not, catch a lift to the level of my mental for a smidgen of my spirit just a little dab'll do ya Your butts to
dance, come on, let's do this Here is a hip-hop track with a new twist Designed to ignite a subliminal dance fuse And even if you can't dance, you can
powerful snap One two one two microphone check Get down on the dancefloor break a leg Straight to the top this one is a slammer Stamp to the rhythm like a
s like that and as a matter of fact When it come to the brat tat tat tat I'll make you neck snap back (Oh yeah) My shit is what the niggas like Gangsta
power? After this all you'll need is a shower So pass me the soap and let me wash stuff up 'g' The doh wah diddy dance is made for you and me So party
listen to every word I say, I, every verb you heard I play snaps a vertabrae, you try to cover, a hover me, a roast, a fake Aflag, then I run a post,
' blunts with a boy named Bud We cough up your lungs, cough up your cud Put out fires, with a 40, ounce of water You know you oughta Dance to this, your
beats, well, I'm the rhythm ace Now if you check my pulse, it beats skull snaps I keep all my rhymes in my Le Sportsac So what if I'm a ham and cheese
name of game Now everybody down to the flo', here we go We got the rhythm of the beat We got the rhythm of the beat We got the rhythm of the hands Let's get the rhythm
you never get a glimpse Of the glimmer man, glimmer glitter when I trek your body shiver Rhythm I'm rippin' whatever I can get a grip of Just to get a
a homosexual ask where I bought that outfit No question, I answered all gangsters and Paralyzed moves like professional dancers and So go West, we a
