| Tuxedo rap, hand clap, party people
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| Woo!
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it!
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| Get it, get it, get it!
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it!
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| Just get it, get it, get it!
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| Hey, man, we the ones who rock on the rhythm
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| We tearing the roof off, it’s the one that we give ‘em
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| Deliver the freshness, so you can go get it
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| Get with it, everybody, let’s up-jump the break beats
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| Spinning like platters, we rock on precisely
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| Accurate jam timing, hot for the kids
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| West-bounding on the track, you know just what it is
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| See the name on the marquee, we ‘bout to get biz
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| Get the girls, after-party, back at the crib
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| We pouring up the liquors, it’s time to have kids
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| I’m the fresh cut maker, fly beat creator
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| Corner-of-the-block-hanger, professional player-hater
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| Getting the job finished, we leave them with a smile
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| They say, «You make it funky!», been doing it all the while
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| Bass-lines with the left-hand scratch
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| Back-spin the vinyl breaks we catch
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| (Woo!)
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| The, The People Under the Stairs, they rock it fo' (sho')
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| Afro-Latin rap styled, kids be letting ‘em (know)
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| Los Angeles duo, hip the hop, good to (go)
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| You know my bro, smoking blunts on the (patio)
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| Now, dig it, listening to the crew number (one)
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| Who turned on the sex machine, let it (run)
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| Shine to the rhythm, west to east like (sun)
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| So have fun, Jimmy Castor we just (begun)
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| Blow out your lungs, hung jury, jaywalk (free)
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| Limo-tint MC’s, people envy the (P)
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| Telescope-dope star power (definitely)
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| Me and the homie, Christmas Michael light up the (tree)
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| He, he roll it like Dogtown Z and the (Boys)
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| Heavy D, Blue Funk, P is bringing the (noise)
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| Graceful poise while toys, no soul, gold-fishing like kois
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| We commission the Michelin, retire and roll (boy)
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| The-s one, Double K, pop the bubbly, party rock
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| Dub’ll be center the festivity, 1984, your activity
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| L.A. Kings are back, so come on, get with me
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| (Woo!)
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it, soul sister!
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| (Oy!) (C’mon!)
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| Just get it, get it, get it, soul sister!
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| (Oy!) (x2)
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| (Huh huh huh huh!)
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| I was out on a mission, hanging at night
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| Smoking some cheeba-cheeba and ran into a fight
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| Two young brothas and one got dissed
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| I broke up the fight and it sounded like this:
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| I said, «There's only one champ, everybody have fun.»
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| One brotha said, «Split!», I pulled out my gun
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| «No need to act tough, ain’t no need to boast»
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| I said, «I'm just the party rocka from coast to coast»
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| And everybody started rapping, everybody started clapping
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| The young man shook my hand
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| He said, «I didn’t wanna fight, not making a scene
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| It’s just I ain’t got no bread, I’m wearing some old threads»
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| And in the nick of a time, I sported a fresh rhyme
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| And at the flick of a J, he was wearing some new vines
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| I said, «Look, little brotha, quit fussing a mess
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| Try to rhyme like me, and soon, you’ll be fresh
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| (Woo!)
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| He said, «I'm Under the Stairs, not the ladder and chutes
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| I keep ‘em Faze-O high like Bootsy boots
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| Tight with the loops like Windsor knot
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| I’m the rap rooty-toot, all up in your thoughts
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| Girl, it may take money and may take time
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| But you will never find another MC with my rhyme
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| And if you do, that’s cool, you just send him my way
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| And if the sucka say to Double K, he wrote it yesterday
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| Then he’s a lying cheat, a thief and a bum
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| A hip-hopping lowlife, trying to live in the slums
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| But the real rap came here to act young
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| Hand clap party people say ,"Cheers!» |
| and have fun
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| Just throw up your hands from side to side
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| And let the P vibe make you feel real live
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| Just throw up your hands from side to side
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| And let me know your alright, tonight (Woo!)
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| We high five with the…
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it, soul sister!
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| (Oy!) (C’mon!)
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| Just get it, get it, get it, soul sister!
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| (Oy!) (x2)
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| It’s the next (next) step (back) in the form of a sound
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| Party people, make room when we come to your town
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| It’s the number one sound, hottest thing around
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| Tuxedo rap, handclap for the people, Howie Tee
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| Howie Tee’s in the back with the rap to tap
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| Into the bassline add it to the 8-track
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| Huh! |
| So take that, Howie Tee and the P
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| We settle the score, you need more? |
| And that’s what we here for!
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| Whip it, whip it, whip it!
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| Just get it, get it, get it! |
| (repeated)
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| Whip it on ‘em!
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| One time! |
| (repeated and scratched)
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| Huh huh huh huh!
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| Whip it on ‘em!
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| Now, you work all day and then you take an extra job working all night… oh,
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| James, I’m sorry…
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| Baby, you say you sorry one more time, I’mma give you something to be sorry
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| about in here… And take your hats off in my house!
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| That’s what be going on sometimes, you know… to a lot of folks it ain’t been
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| funny, you know why? |
| ‘Cause the dude they with ain’t laugh ‘cause they had to
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| pay that money… yeah! |
| (?) Dig it? |
| That’s going come out wears these overalls… |