Mannys Home by The Era Footwork Crew Lyrics
You niggas keep talking that shit
But losing these battles and throwing a fit
The Era it's 4 of them niggas, but killing whole parties like 4 to the 10th
Power so how are, you goofies gone cower up
After we rain on you, april showers
Our status cause frantic, and panic in niggas
Bring caskets to battles, and funeral flowers
How is it, from this dance shit
We make a living, and counting thousands
Guess we smart, we done played our part
Now lets lounge in this game
No time for back tracking, our lane is made
Save the day
Cause winters near
I smell the fear and taste the blood
Im a hound dog, at the grounds yall, with these rounds dog
You put a stop to us how does that sound dog
Member this clown ran up on me with some bop shit
Hit the nae nae, revered the folkz shit
Where is yo dance card? Imma revoke it
It was a Thursday he need to stop it
I do not play play, he tried to drop it
Bring that ass here boy, im bout to drop kick
You with feet work shit, my rounds are perfect
But anyways, the moral of that shit
Any dancer touch a circle, you will get clapped quick (daddy's home)
No manny’s home so, (Feel the heat)
My moves are fire in these streets
Standing on the 7 9 bus stop, playing beats
Don’t mistake me for no street nigga
But i'm packing heat in these streets nigga
With the holiest ghost, burning you like some toast
I swear all my friends say, I’m doing the most
Don’t know when to stop, when a nigga get going
Torch you on Sunday, then labbed all day Monday
By Tuesday i'm back in the streets, but it's snowing
Stay working all day, so what more can I say
I'm heated from making up heat Hennessey
Brings fire and wakes up the demons, from dreaming
Don’t scream and get burnt like a spoon, cause I'm fiending
But losing these battles and throwing a fit
The Era it's 4 of them niggas, but killing whole parties like 4 to the 10th
Power so how are, you goofies gone cower up
After we rain on you, april showers
Our status cause frantic, and panic in niggas
Bring caskets to battles, and funeral flowers
How is it, from this dance shit
We make a living, and counting thousands
Guess we smart, we done played our part
Now lets lounge in this game
No time for back tracking, our lane is made
Save the day
Cause winters near
I smell the fear and taste the blood
Im a hound dog, at the grounds yall, with these rounds dog
You put a stop to us how does that sound dog
Member this clown ran up on me with some bop shit
Hit the nae nae, revered the folkz shit
Where is yo dance card? Imma revoke it
It was a Thursday he need to stop it
I do not play play, he tried to drop it
Bring that ass here boy, im bout to drop kick
You with feet work shit, my rounds are perfect
But anyways, the moral of that shit
Any dancer touch a circle, you will get clapped quick (daddy's home)
No manny’s home so, (Feel the heat)
My moves are fire in these streets
Standing on the 7 9 bus stop, playing beats
Don’t mistake me for no street nigga
But i'm packing heat in these streets nigga
With the holiest ghost, burning you like some toast
I swear all my friends say, I’m doing the most
Don’t know when to stop, when a nigga get going
Torch you on Sunday, then labbed all day Monday
By Tuesday i'm back in the streets, but it's snowing
Stay working all day, so what more can I say
I'm heated from making up heat Hennessey
Brings fire and wakes up the demons, from dreaming
Don’t scream and get burnt like a spoon, cause I'm fiending