Baxter - Breath In Breath Out (Early Version) Lyrics
[Ali]Yo, yo, yo, yo[Chorus]Breathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)Do the chickenhead go on let it outBreathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)Put ya back in and let ya knees bendBreathe in (breathe in) breathe out (breathe out)Do the monastery go on let it outBreathe out (breathe out) Breathe in (breathe in)Put ya back out and let ya knees bend[Verse: Ali]Somebody move, nobody get hurtThis is official, man, only dance flo' expertsAnd party animals and me being a rhyme cannibalFlamable Hannibal while it's bangin' it's understandableNow back to somebody movin' nobody get hurtMy intentions on this one is the party wet his shirtNow 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 doorThrowback Vokal velourMatchin' Diadonas, fresh off tour, head to the floorTake it round, round, chickenhead breakin' it downCreated by my town the monastery is foundOr the Casino like Reno, I'm that nigga can see lowCrowd movin' all black, white, la-latinoThere will be no extra space to wastePick up the pace, see your heart rateAnd if you start to hyperventilate[Chorus][Verse: Ali]Right now, I hope you wit meI'm a Wizard like Chris WhitneyWhen doin' it law breakin' the people gon' come get meFirst, ladies put ya drink by ya purseFellas tuck in ya shirt and put in belt buckle wordsSayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip rightFellas ya betta find that and get behind thatThird, you can do it, shaken or stirredShow up per word and flap like a birdFo, do it some mo', five, make sure it's liveSix, ladies and fellas here we go now, SWING!Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heavenLet ya body preach like we in church and need a reverendEight, if you made it this far, dirty you straightIf not, you better practice and get it fo' it's too lateNine, is this the time to prepare for the dime?Ten - start all over again![Chorus][Verse: Nelly]Yo, who got that, that fire?That fire, I can't lie-uhI need that, that fireCause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)Pass me that, that fireThat fire, I can't lie-uhI'm gon' off, that fireCause' nothin' else will do (ooh ooh)[Ali]It's got that party feel, 'Cris and Bakardi appealFo' real nobody killin', I would, like a naughty willLike 'Pac say, I got mine, gotta get yoursTake it lower than ya did before, control the floorYou can be county or city, ugly or prettyNo chest the tig ol' bitties, all ages five to fiftyNow breathe in, breathe outIf ya got it goin' then show me what you about[Chorus]
