Dream Warriors

Dream Warriors - Float On lyrics

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Small X  Riddler (They gotta float on)
 Cando  Dog (float on)
 Who's that girl on the rome castin nude shadow
 In the midnite hour
 Red carpets  nothing less  boy we walked on
 I wouldn't have it
 It's tragic
 How we make em dissapear like magic
 King Lu with a touch like midas
 And all the kiss honeys  dem stay beside us
 Girls on the left  swimmin  women on the right
 Cruisin the house and ya don't wanna fight
 And any way it rocks, like blocks on your corner
 The new world order
 Slaughter
 Recognize quoted
 You demoted, early dismissal
 That issue, soft like ass tissue
 So now every interview
 Music's behind me livin in a world made of money, honey
 Take the bitter with the sweet
 Take the bitter with the sweet
 Street
 CHORUS:
 (Before I let go) Float, Float On
 Float On, Float On (Float On)
 Float, Float On (That's what they gotta do)
 Float On, Float On (Float On)
 Take my hand
 Come with me baby, to love land
 Cause 1, 2, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock rock
 You'll be hearin me comin round your block
 Tappin the older counts
 Somedays it's so thick
 I can't see through the fog
 I feel like digital, fightin analogue
 Just another page
 In the rage
 Of the teenage
 These tricks ain't for kids
 With dresses that fit like a condom
 Help me, somebody help me
 Oh, how the mighty have fallin
 Now you can hear your mamma callin
 When the DJ display
 People get down
 Girls with the bodies
 And my eyesight on the dance floor
 It's the best type of party
 Cause the beat don't stop until the break of dawn
 For the people in teh place that wanna get their groove on
 DJ's playin tracks that attract your ass crack to the dance floor
 CHORUS:
 (Why don't you) Float, Float On (Float On)
 Float On, Float On (Yeah...)
 Float, Float On (I've been watching you)
 Float On, Float On (Float On)
 Take pop the champagne
 Q just came
 Luv hooked up the beat
 To make em jump like House Of Pain
 Spek the vooduistic
 Lyrical linguistic
 So deep, you blink, you missed it
 Lu and Tre brought the ladies, in Mercedes
 You got the (?) askin (?)
 And tonite's the night, ain't nothin phasin me
 Cause on the d-low, my crews just security
 Stop
 Where I be is where your wanna, be
 Cause a I can see behind that jealousy personna
 It's time to celebrate, we met the quota
 We got more guests than Rolanda
 Or Oprah, Geraldo, or Ricky Lake put together
 It doesn't matter what weather
 We rain on your parade
 Then clean up like cascade
 Check it, yo, we got it made in the shade
 CHORUS:
 Float, Float On (That's what they gotta do)
 Float On, Float On (I can give you more)
 Float, Float On (Than you've ever had before)
 Float On, Float On (You can take a trip around the world)
 Float, Float On (Champagne, candlelight)
 Float On, Float On (Gonna make you feel alright)
 Float, Float On (Yeah...)
 Float On, Float On (We're gonna celebrate tonite, baby)
 Float, Float On (You and I)
 Float On, Float On (While they float on)
 Float, Float On
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Copyrights:

Author: Arnold Ingram, James Mitchell (2), Louie Robinson, Marvin Willis, Phillip Gayle

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

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