Baxter - Breathe In Breathe Out lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the chicken head, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the monastery, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend Somebody move, nobody get hurt This is official, man, only dance flo' experts And party animals and me being a rhyme cannibal Flammable Hannibal, while it's bangin' it's understandable Now back to somebody movin', nobody get hurt My intentions on this one is the party, wet his shirt Now go to work and do the chicken (Buh kah) Do the chicken and once you do, it's stickin' Believe me, dirty, it's kickin' through the door Throwback Vokal velour Matchin' Diadonas, fresh off tour, head to the floor Take it 'round, 'round, chicken head breakin' it down Created by my town the monastery is found Or the casino like Reno, I'm that n***a, can see low Crowd movin' all black, white la, Latino There will be no extra space to waste Pick up the pace, see your heart rate And if you start to hyperventilate Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the chicken head, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the monastery, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend Right now I hope you wit me, I'm a wizard like Chris Whitney When doin' it law breakin' the people gon' come get me First, ladies put ya drink by ya purse Fellas, tuck in ya shirt and put in belt, buckle words Sayin', ladies get ya dip right and ya hip right Fellas, ya betta find that and get behind that Third, you can do it shaken or stirred Show up per word and flap like a bird Fo', do it some mo', five, make sure it's live Six, ladies and fellas, here we go now, swing Seven, laid back like you lookin' for heaven Let ya body preach like we in church and need a reverend Eight, if you made it this far, dirty, you straight If not you better practice and get it fo' it's too late Nine, is this the time to prepare for the dime? Ten, start all over again Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the chicken head, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the monastery, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend Yo, who got that, that fire? That fire, I can't lie, uh I need that, that fire 'cause' nothin' else will do (Ooh, ooh) Pa** me that, that fire, that fire, I can't lie, uh I'm gon' off, that fire 'cause' nothin' else will do (Ooh, ooh) It's got that party feel, Cris and Bacardi appeal Fo' real, nobody k**in', I would like a naughty will Like Pac say, "I got mine, gotta get yours" Take it lower than ya did before, control the floor You can be county or city, ugly or pretty No chest the tig ol' bitties, all ages five to fifty Now breathe in, breathe out If ya got it goin' then show me what you about Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the chicken head, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back in and let ya knees bend Breathe in (Breathe in) Breathe out (Breathe out) Do the monastery, go on let it out Breathe out (Breathe out) Breathe in (Breathe in) Put ya back out and let ya knees bend