That’s The Joint

[Group #1]
If you’re ready for this (Say you’re ready for this)
If you’re ready for this (Say you’re ready for this)
Are you ready for this? (We’re ready for this)
Are you ready for this? (We’re ready for this)
Well, we just can’t miss (We just can’t miss)
Well, we just can’t miss (With a beat like this)
It's the joint!

[Group #2]
We’re gonna prove to the world that we’re the real
We’re gonna prove to everybody we know the real deal
We got golden voices and hearts of steel
‘Cause we’re five emcees that got to be real
We’re here for the party people on Sugar Hill
So what’s the deal? (Sugar Hill!)
So what’s the deal? (Sugar Hill!)
That's the joint!

[Group #3]
These words we said we want y’all to hear
We’re gonna make a lot of sense (We’re gonna make it clear)
We’re gonna rock this place, we’re gonna use some class
We’re gonna do our best (We’re gonna make it last)
We got rhymes on our mind, we got rockin’ in our heart
A lot of things we do, you can call it art
We’re bad, we’re slick, we’re doing it hip
We’re gonna rock this record (And don’t you forget)
That's the joint!

[Group #4]
Because Li’l Rodney C is the melody
Keith, help me rock, we’re singing harmony
Because Jeff is the rhythm and K is the bass
Sha-Rock rock, shockin’ the whole darn place
Now here’s a little story you got to be told
The party people in the place got a whole lot of soul
So when we’re on the mic, y’all shocking the house
And we all get together, we can turn it out
Now we’re in the house as you can plainly see
Everybody say, “Get funky! Get funky!
And make money! And make money!”
And you don’t stop…
Give it to us now!

[Group #5]
To the beat that makes you want to rap
C’mon, Sha-Rock, cut out the crap
Just turn on the mic and start the rap
And let everybody know you can never be the wack
You know that! And you know that!
And I know (and she knows) And we know that!
We know what, Sha-Rock?
That when I rap, Funky Four, I can never be the wack!
And when you hear Sha-Rock…
She's the joint!

[Sha-Rock]
What up, y’all? And do-do it up
And Sha-Rock is gonna show you how you get real rough
I’m Sha-Rock and I can’t be stopped
For all the fly guys, I will hit the top
Well, I can do it for the ones from weak to strong
I can do it for the ones that are right and wrong
Well, I’m listed on the column that’s classified
I can be a nurse and I’m qualified
To talk about respect, I won’t neglect
My strategy is for you to see
So don’t turn away by what I say
‘Cause I’m on, I’m bad when I’m talking to you
There are four fly brothers who can do it, too
The party people in the place, this is for you
So get down, get, get, get on down
I’m the Plus One More and I’m throwing down
(She’s the best female here in this town!)
And everybody knows that I’m golden brown
And you know…
She's the joint!

[Jazzy Jeff]
For the young lady with nice fine thighs
I’m the kind of emcee that make women jet fly
I’m Jazzy Jeff with the most finesse
I’m down with The Five to rock the mic the best
‘Cause I move the groove and I do it cool
And I rock for you and you, I’m sure to rule
‘Cause I want a young lady with a lot of finesse
She’s got to be on (‘Cause he’s Jazzy Jeff)
She’s got to be sweet, fine, and kind
She’s just the kind of woman that’s got to be mine
And you know…
He's the joint!

[Keith Keith]
Now what you see is what you get
You say I am bad and that you can bet
I have a quality for you and me
To all the young ladies, this is what it be
(You say his name is Keith Keith) As my rhymes go down
To all the young ladies, just gather around
With the rhymes I possess, the words I protest
And I can put together, I can call it finesse
Now, listen up, my ladies, and listen up good
I’m gonna rock on the mic like I know I could
(Like you know he should) Like I know I would
(He’s Keith Keith) I rock the house
(He’s Keith Keith) I rock, shock, rock, turn it out
And you know that, (and he got) the finesse
To behold that…
He's the joint!

[Group #6]
Keeping on to, to the crack of dawn
Party people in the place, you got to keep on
If you like the beat and you want some more
Scream it out, and say, “Funky Four!”
(Funky Four!) “Plus One More!”
(Plus One More!) Now you don’t stop
You see the beat goes on ‘cause our power’s strong
We won’t stop rocking till you’re all getting on
And the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh
Ooh, ahh, and don’t stop, get it!
That's the joint!

[Group #7]
We have an obligation that we must fulfill
Like a .357, we out to kill
We’re like Machine Gun Kelly and Bonnie and Clyde
We shock the house, we stand side by side
We’re on top of the world here, looking down
We’re going straight up hit, we never turning around
Because we are so close, but yet so far
And to all the party people, you know who we are
Get the point?
If you don’t, we want y’all to know
We’re down, we rock, we the Funky Four
Plus One!

[Li’l Rodney C]
I was sitting at my house, watching my TV
When all of a sudden, it dawned on me
That I was all alone, just wasting my time
So I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a rhyme
As I thought to myself how nice it would be
To be on top, making cash money
To go on a tour, all around the world
To tell little stories to all the fly girls
To sit on my throne, to command my own
To be number one on the microphone
Just telling the tale about how it’s gonna be
For the Funky Four, Plus One emcees
We be busting in and we be turning it out
While we rock to any beat without a doubt
Just chilling hard, living in luxury
And being very proud to be an emcee
He's the joint!

[K.K. Rockwell]
Well, I kick it, Rockwell, ‘cause I raise a lot of hell
And I like to make love to the jealous females
And I’m down with the groove to mark it here
Now walk through my door, you pose on the floor
First is touching hips galore
(And then he) Move right up, (And then he) Kiss your lips
(And then he) Hold on tight so I never slip
(And then he) Tongue you down, on to the ground
If any love is there, it will be found
And I’m the man, you all can tell
I, Rockwell, to the depths of hell
And every time you hear my name, girl, it rings a bell
And when the bell rings, it goes “ding dong!”
And then I rock her and I shock her till the break of dawn
Like a hot buttered on bag of popcorn
Like Rockwell, just singing your song
And you know…
He's the joint!