L.I. Groove

[Verse 1: Taste] Put down your paper y'all and flex with the caper That's invented, to make your head bounce From the flavor that we brung forth, from the 12 Block so check it The type of thing where if you make the wrong move you get wet kid With the technology, brought by the duo Plus one makes a trio, that's DL Six and me-o With the flavor that's gettin more ooh than Horshack The nigga from the ?great view?, always carry full packs Of prophylactics, so we can stick a chick On the mattress, then be out -- UHH Check, bust your Tec if you'd like to get 'Deeper than deep' like Barry White did With this thing yup, it's a L.I. type of swing with the Utmost groovyness, to make you turn and twist And toss yourself about and turn around and then be out With the Groove, from L.I. y'all check [Hook x2] Bust a move with the L.I. Groove, bust a move, with the L.I. Groove And we at it again, and we at it again, and we at it again Rough enough to break New York from Long Island [Verse 2: DL] The shit is pretty thick in the 12, so let me kick it No hesitation at all, I got balls, so watch me stick it Rough and tough, as I spit from the tongue As SD's breaks the shots from the rump in your trunk The levels of the boom's in the rhymes that I consume It's coming out ya speaker, listen up As I freak ya, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh 'I got the right one babayyy' Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh -- don't try to play me Yup, I'm bringin the eps, with my niggas from the 12 Block For real Hobb, I do what I feel, cause it's hip-hop And every little thing I do, turns you on I picture frame, I make moves, I'm quiet as kept word is bond So let me get down, I be Brown, I Hump Around Bust a move with the Groove, from wreckin Strong Isle I am stuck on my color, and black is stuck on me From the shit that I kick, you know you can't take it from me See, I'm not a fool, I took my tool out my top drawer And bustin moves with the Groove, check it out [Hook] [DL] Yo Livin' Large, where ya from Hobb? [Taste] I'm from the fuckin' 12 Block [DL] 12 Block? [Taste] Yeah, about five minutes from the Fort Rock [DL] Fort Rock yea yea, I know where that's at I rest a bit up the road on Winfield and Lafayette [Verse 3: Taste] Where niggas ill right? (kinda) Well, here's a little reminder That we can't be checked, like Jerry Rice on the 9ers (with the L.I. thing we swing) oh yes it's banging (so dance to the drummer's beat) while we kick slang And put you on (what you say black? babble on) With the roughneck business that spreads with the quickness Taste the Terror spittin' more gift than Christmas I'm five-eight, chunky, mad skills that's funky ?, a motherfuckin body in the trunk G Styles for days, lettin' go like Frankie, and Maze More thumbs up than Fonz on Happy Days So yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all) Get on the Groove and don't get left y'all Yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all) Get on the Groove and don't get left y'all Hah, and check it check it check it out... [Hook]