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That Ain't Right


by Fun Lovin' Criminals. Buy album CD: Livin' In The City


They call me little chiggy. Cause I chiggy a little New York trips rot never caught me in the middle
4 5 6 still up in the mix still comin' to grips. Still cashin' in chips with the hits that make the chicks get sexy on the floor pass the dutch cause uncle Mike got more the ladies that get zealous. And try to make us jealous dancin with some fellas they perceive are out to get us
The way you move your hips. Makin old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip. That ain't right if you out all night. And you don't know why you started that fight. That ain't right if your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search you that ain't right if you puffin your love. And the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that ain't right
I clear out the club with a round in the ceiling I'm telling myself but feelin' ain't belivin poppin many bottles with the family DiFontaine some of us didn't make it we salute you just the same hall my drink on the floor when they rock the clash bridge and tunnel gettin nervous cause we bust that ass its nut like we all violent and actin aggressive but their women get us goin when they dancin all suggestive'

The way you move your hips makin old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip. That ain't right if you out all night and you don't know why you started that fight that ain't right if your daddy hurt you. The city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search you that ain't rright if you puffin' your love and the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that ain't right
I see guys and giris dancin
Do it to the crowd
The way you move your hips. Makin old hearts skip and all the homeboys trip. That ain't right if you out all night. And you don't know why you started that fight. That ain't right if your daddy hurt you the city took your virtue the bouncer tried to search you that ain't right if you puffin your love. And the cops roll up they try to crush your blunt that ain't right




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Album: Livin' In The City (2005) Lyrics
cd Buy "Livin' In The City" CD
  1. I Love Living In The City
  2. How It Be
  3. That Ain't Right
  4. The Preacher
  5. Ballad Of NYC
  6. Is Ya Alright
  7. Gave Up On God
  8. City Boy
  9. Girl With The Scar
  10. Mi Corazon
  11. Will I Be Ready

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