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It's friday night, on the streets of L.A. |
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I'm going out cuz I've been working at the job all day |
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Got the info line number, with directions to the site |
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Ugly Duckling on the bill to rock the mic right |
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Tonight, I gotta be hype, and get the crowd reacting |
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I call Dizzy's house he says, "What's up", I say what's happenin' |
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[Dizzy] |
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Get my DJ on three way |
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Don't forget to bring the guestlist |
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See the freshest |
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Off the wall like asbestos |
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I rock without the D tops |
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Walk without the reebok's |
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Talk until the beat stops |
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Than pick it back up with the beatbox |
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And yo, I gotta ride so you need not |
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[Andy] |
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Cool, I'm leavin' at 7:30, we can caravan |
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To the jam |
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With Einstein, the two hand man |
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In command like a general |
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Lighter then a dinner roll |
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Solid as a mineral |
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Open like a centerfold |
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[Scratches] |
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Hey, save it for the chorus |
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The crowd looks enormous |
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So give a peak performance |
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[Dizzy] |
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I need a soundcheck, so my mic sounds nice |
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I'll be in it in a minute like microwave rice |
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I grab the mic like a dynamite stick |
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Then light the wick?? |
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And keep it lit |
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With ever lyric I spit |
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Beats to the rhymes |
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We stick like turpentine |
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Dizzy Dustin, Andy Cooper and Young Einstein |
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[Andy] |
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It's the jam |
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[Chorus] |
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[Scratches] |
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You know it's on |
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[Scratches] |
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Get with it ya |
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[Scratches] |
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What, what ya wanna do? |
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[Scratches] |
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Rock, rock the old school |
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[Scratches] |
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Just listen real close |
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[Scratches] |
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[Andy] |
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When we take crowds back to the days of the 10 yard fight |
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The gyro mic |
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They jump like excite bike |
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Guaranteed delight |
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When the needle drops sound |
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Man, EQ the level so the needle rock |
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And then, hand over the microphone |
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I get a type grip |
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Cause when it's time to swing |
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I hit like Mike Schmidt |
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[Dizzy] |
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Get this |
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I drop more lines then a tetris |
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When young einstein throws on the dookie necklace |
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He's the drum major |
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With the sum to the fader |
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Attacking the wax, on the record player |
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Working up a sweat |
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Till we close the set |
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With the song that's [fresher then a moist toilette] |
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[Andy] |
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Now when the jam is over |
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It's hugs and hanshakes |
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And than the band breaks |
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For shakes and pancakes |
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I'm home for brand flakes and Z's |
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Hit the backmat |
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Take a hot shower |
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And a cat nap please |
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Don't call me in the mornin' |
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Cause I'm on the sleep-in, mode |
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Dizzy Dustin |
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We did it again |
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[Dizzy] |
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For you, it might be over |
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For me, it's just beginnin' |
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The club must be endin' |
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Cuz no one's bartendin' |
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They turn on the bright light |
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And I feel like a gremlin |
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The jam is breakin' up |
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But at my pad, it's reassemblin' |
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Take ??? down the market |
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Then I ride our limit |
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Everyone's invited |
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So I hope you be attendin' |
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[Andy] |
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It's the jam |
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[Chorus] |
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[Scratches throughout] |
