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Gettin' Down At The Amphitheater Lyrics - Singles - Common

Ga, ga, gangbusters! 

 

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 

 

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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 

 

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Underground under pressure, my style is the child 

Of a lesser, God, I Master like Farad 

The sign of 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 has 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 for a minute, I rode rhythms and words tenant 

Many lip profess, I'm verb sentences 

 

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 

 

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 blood type 

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 

Ahaky 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 

 

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 

 

Just get on down 

Just get on down 

Just get on down 

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