Texty:
The Rapture Don Go Do It

don gon do it. You're gonna make me cry. You're gonna don gon do it. You're gonna make me fly. You're gonna gon don do it. You're gonna make me cry. You

go, I wish someone would open the do' This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end? Momma told me one day it

the deal, it's the E-W son) Yo, check it out, you I can tell them, you know what I'm saying (What you say?) Yo yo yo, check it out yo [Kardinal Offishall

Honey where da roof?" Pull up in a Dawes ?, canaries ? dey go on roof, Even once had a job pourin tar up on da roof. Dat boy had it hard, no fasad it'

it's all about his mo thug music Put my name in your mouth and a nigga gon' do you Who the fuck them niggas tryin' to play? Lay don't stop until you

overlook niggas like Jehovah's Witnesses do Christmas So roll it up and get blunted Rhyme for rhyme, we can go if you want it, bitch You want it? I gots to give it

go, I wish someone would open the do' This man's holding the trigger and his finger's steady choking it slow Is this the end? Momma told me one day it

my private rapture Can you feel my desire, my sensuality? Caught in the moment of my private rapture Don't you wanna do, do something? Will you move with me like it

the rapture, we got ya just after one rhyme They don't really wanna get it on They don't wanna see the Bone, Bone We can take it to the middle of the