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Tytuł: Gettin down at the amphitheater

  • Wykonawca: Common
  • Wy¶wietleń: 223
"Ga-ga-gangbusters!!"
  
   [Dove]
   Hey give it Boogie like the BX, sex regular booger bitches
   get the backseat, G-bumps'll make you buy tapes
   Ex-cape the fire tonight, switch like Jekyll and Hyde
   and shit, wreckin we live and shit
   This swamp water style'll keep em dirty and wet
   I bet mills on the rhyme skills, we walk away set
   Rich like topsoil, connect coin with currency
   Places that I couldn't pronounce, and then bounce
   Illegal ain't illegal if it's less than an ounce
   Keep it come in T. La Rock amounts, see +It's Yours+
   Study scrolls that includes the clause
   Get your dirty paws out my bowl, your hustle's too old to deal
   with the shuffle, you exhaust me like a muffle
   Get zapped and zipped in the duffle
   Came to the set splashed, no Roley on the wrist
   To Hell with a guest list, we all up in this!
   A two dollar somethin got your eyes on him
   But yo she pinchin my ass so we go, limb for limb
   Lights studio dim, it's EXACT tonight
   So we can drop the Rap Delight, on one!
  
   Just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   "Just get on down.."
  
   [Common]
   Underground under pressure, my style is the child
   of a lesser, God, I Master like Farad
   Persona in between the El Rook'n, and El DeBarge
   Metaphorically massage, verbal hajj
   I take over breaks and chop loops
   Glorifyin, one-eighty hat cats can rock in my troops
   Wisdom like a tooth, mock new shits I knock loose
   Datin game Thursday's I spot juice, Plug like Pos'nus
   Before you get a style, let's get a style
   My style pans the crowd back and forth
   You were soft as the tracks you rappin off, I pop shit
   You tried to laugh it off, actin like you had to cough
   and didn't hear it, my spirit sustains in the same pattern
   emcee, familiar sample period; spottin where you sampled
   your rhyme scheme from -- I ain't clearin it
   I drop science and experiment -- contractually
   came to terms of endearment with my label
   Want to pick out a day to smack wack niggaz, I contact niggaz
   like P.O.'s, you spit background lyrics, I rip Lee flows
   Wipin your nose like you need blows
   Claimin it's a allergy, I react allergic to cats
   or is it how they word it
   If you had weight it must have been some pussy you served with
   Thoughts fermented, I rode rhythms and words tinted
   Many lip profess, I'm verb centered
  
   Just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   "Just get on down.."
  
   [Pos]
   It's like rip y'all, add it on to lip
   Wonder Why's upon this, just to flex my strength
   I was the one who killed wackness so I had to do a bid
   of twelve years on the mic, before parole with Tommy 'Kid'
   Infinite landscaper, green paper maker
   Leap far from home with chrome rims and trims
   Man these people still takin rappin for a joke
   The pimp, I rock it one-double-oh percent
   Some of you MC's should be called CM's, Carbon Monoxide
   on the mic exposin your polluted bloodtype
   Y'all niggaz need a visit from the Brain Fairy
   Walk around dead, like your physical's buried
   Wrote the rhymes durin a earthquake, cause your style's
   shaky as SHIT! Just need to come clean and admit
   that yo' quick draw fails the test, and mine was flawless
   My DJ gave the scratch, yours was clawless
   Your crew couldn't even measure to mine
   That's why yo' bitches is busted, and mines is fine
   Performin with an upper design, so back on off the plank
   We bringin this Big and Bad like Hank
  
   Just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   "Just get on down.."
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down
   and just dance, you know you gots the feelin
   Just dance, ah come on and get down!!!
   "Just get on down.."
  
   * cut and scratch of "Just get on down.." to the song's end *