Jazzy Sensation (Bronx Version)

[Intro: The Jazzy 5]
Now all the ladies in the house
The ladies! The ladies!
The ladies in the house
C'mon, let me hear you say "ahh-oww!" (Ahh-oww!)
Say "ahh-oww!" (Ahh-oww!)
C'mon, c'mon
The homeboys in the house
The boys! The boys!
The boys in the house
C'mon, let me hear you say "ho!" (Ho!)
Say "ho!" (Ho!)
Give it up!

[Verse 1: The Jazzy 5]
Hey, party people, just bust this
We got a little somethin' that you can't resist
We wanna say a little somethin' to the other MC's
Who said we don't have no quality
We got quality and sophistication
And all we need is your cooperation
To rock the house and with the greatest of ease
The Masters Ice! Gee! Bee! I'm Les and Mr. Freeze
So come on y'all, let's go to work
With Bambaataa, Jazzy Jay and Red Alert
With others we form the Zulu Nation
Now check us out with our Jazzy Sensation, huh!

[Chorus: The Jazzy 5]
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Our jazzy sensation

[Verse 2: Master Ice]
Now I'm the Master Ice and I'm twice as nice
And the dedicated prince of the disco slice
As you can see I'm formally known
As the rodeo rock of the microphone

[Verse 3: Master Dee]
Well, I'm the Master D-E-E so what it be?
And rappin' on the microphone is my pet peeve
An Aquarius man, with a mode and style
And every time I rap, showin' up worthwhile

[Verse 4: Master Bee]
They call me Master Bee and that is true
Like the grass is green and the skies are blue
But I'm tellin' you that I will survive
'Cause I'm the microphone chief of the Jazzy 5

[Verse 5: A.J. Les]
And I'm A.J. Les and I'm so unique
And it would be a treat to hear me speak
I'm a Leo man, with the master plan
Holdin' those girls in the palm of my hand

[Verse 6: Mr. Freeze]
And I'm Mr. Freeze, and to tell you the truth
That my quality rank's about a hundred proof
And for all of y'all who like to duplicate
I had to return to set the story straight

[Bridge 1: The Jazzy 5]
Blblblblblblbl
Ha-ha, ha, ha
Funk it up, funk it up, funk, funk it up
A-ha, ha
Get down, yo (Aaahhhh, yes)
To the funky sound

[Verse 7: The Jazzy 5]
C'mon everybody and start to clap
Because we are the kings of the Body Rock rap
Everybody-, everybody come check out the Five
Jazzy Five-, Jazzy Five, we're the best alive
And when we rock-, when we rock we can't be stopped
And all you other-, all you other MC's take a hop
Our names-, our names are at the top of the list
And we're the best MC's that could ever exist
So let's party! Let's party 'til you can't no more
And if you can't-, and if you can't, just walk out the door
But if you could-, if you could, you deserve a crew
And like the five-, like the five MC's from Soundview
We're the once-, we're the once divided reunited
Here we go, here we go, you know we go, you know we go
We go by the names down in the Hall of Fame
No other guy or dame could ever play the game
We're the flyest, the flyest, known to be the highest
'Cause we're at the top and we can't be stopped
We're the sweetest, the neatest, the latest, the greatest
The best MC's to ever arrive!
And we go by the name of the Jazzy 5
MC's rockin' the house, rock shockin' the house for the young ladies, so watch out!
You don't stop, ha
That Body Rock, ha

[Verse 8: Master Ice]
Now I'm the Master Ice and I own of the gold
I'm known to be the superstar of the disco
I'm five feet eight, with sweet brown eyes
Guaranteed to make this party come alive

[Verse 9: Master Dee]
Well I'm the hip hip-hopper and the MC topper
But everybody knows me as the ladies' grand rocker
MC Master Dee and I'm the singer of the crew
So tell me young ladies, what you wanna do?

[Verse 10: Master Bee]
And I'm the Master Bee as you will see
I hold the key to the door of society
But if you listen up close you will agree
A-baby doll, he's the best of the century

[Verse 11: A.J. Les]
And I'm A.J. Les at your request
A presidential rapper with a lot of finesse
'Cause you could call me A.J., but they call me Lester
The mic rocker, the woman possessor

[Verse 12: Mr. Freeze]
And everybody calls me Chucky Chuck
Chuck-a-luck, a-luck-a-luck-a-luck-a-luck
Instead of passin' the mic I had to pass the buck
And now it's time to go amok, huh! (Funk it up!)

[Interlude: Master Bee]
Just get on down!

[Bridge 2: The Jazzy 5]
So, listen everybody, listen everybody
Listen up everybody, listen everybody
'Cuz we got a surprise, got a surprise
We got a surprise, got a surprise

[Verse 13: Master Ice]
Yes indeedy, New York City lookin' pretty, have no pity
'Cause I'm the Master Ice and I'm in your city, hey (Hey!)
Now it's time to throw
Go high and low and do The Gigolo
Shake your body to the left, shake your body to the right
Go down to the floor, now you're lookin' out of sight
Then you come back up and look your partner in the eyes
You'll find yourself headin' for a big surprise
Because you split your pants a-when you went real low
And that's why we called it The Gigolo (Ha, ha!)
Gigolo, Gig-Gigolo, Gigolo
Serious (Serious), c'mon to c'mon

[Verse 14: The Jazzy 5]
I say clap your hands and do The Gigolo (Gigolo!)
Clap your hands and do The Gigolo, Gigolo!
Listen party people all across the nation
All we want from you is your cooperation
And if you're gettin' down with no limitations
Everybody say "Jazzy Sensation" (Jazzy Sensation!)
"Jazzy Sensation" (Jazzy Sensation!)
And you don't stop that Body Rock
It's on, it's on, it's on, it's on (Yah-ha, ha!)
And if you know the words (Brrr!) why don't you sing along

[Chorus: The Jazzy 5]
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Our jazzy sensation
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Our jazzy sensation
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Our jazzy sensation
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Our jazzy sensation

[Post-Chorus: The Jazzy 5]
I say jazzy, jazzy
Jazzy sensation, jazzy sensation
C'mon, 'cause it's the jazzy, it's the jazzy
Jazzy sensation, jazzy sensation Ah yeah, ha (Shep Pettibone!)
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon...
Lean left, ha! Lean right
(Lean front) You gotta (Lean back)
And c'mon c'mon a-c'mon, you gotta ride it baby
Ow! Yeah, baby, ha ha! (Jazzy sensation)

C'mon and get down
Stop messin' around

That's it, aha, ain't it funky now?
Ha ha ha ha, that's it
Huah! Ain't it funky now?
Uh! Uh! Uh!
Everybody, everybody in the place
C'mon-a c'mon-a c'mon and move your left leg
Huh!, c'mon c'mon, c'mon
Everybody throw your right hand in the air
Coolin' out, coo
C'mon-a, c'mon-a, c'mon and then lean left
And then lean right, and then lean front
And then lean back, c'mon, c'mon
(You gotta ride it baby!)
Ain't it funky, ain't it funky?
Ain't, ain't it funky now?
Huh!
Ha-ha ha-ha

([?]
Of Monte Crisco)
Ain't it funky now?
Huh!
Ain't it, ain't it, ain't it, ain't it, ain't it funky now? Ah!

C'mon, uh c'mon, c'mon, uh c'mon, uh c'mon, uh c'mon
I say clap your hands to the beat-ah
Clap your hands to the beat y'all
That beat-ah
That beat-ah
That beat that'll make you feel sweet-ah

Ha-ha
Cardinal Hayes, rock, rockin' on, rockin' on
Master Gee rock, rockin' on, rockin' on
[?] rock, rockin' on, rockin' on
Stevenson, rock, rockin' on
Aquinas High School, rockin' on, rockin' on
And Monroe, rock, rockin' on, rockin' on
[?] is rockin' on, rockin' on
[?] just rockin' on, rockin' on
Brooklyn Tech keep rockin' on, rockin' on
And [?] keep rockin' on, rockin' on
Murry Bergtraum, rockin' on, rockin' on
And Fashion just rockin' on, rockin' on

Cut [?] is rockin' on, rockin' on
Cardinal Hayes rockin' on, rockin' on
Flushing High, rockin' on, rockin' on
To the break of dawn

We ran out of schools
Hahahaha

Word!
Hehaha
We ran out of schools!
That's 'cuz you don't go, hahaha
What you talkin' 'bout, man?

Manhattan College coolin' out
Coo-, coo-, coo-, coolin' out
You got ta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta, you gotta
(Funk, funk, funk, funk it up)
C'mon, get down, stop messin' around
You gotta (funk, funk, funk, funk it up)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, ain't it funky now?
(Funk, funk, funk, funk it up)
C'mon, ain't it, ain't it, ain't it funky now?
(Funk, funk, funk, funk it up)

Ah, huah!

C'mon
Ain't it, ain't it funky now?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha, ain't it funky, ah!
That beat y'all
That beat, beat, be-beat y'all

C'mon
Say James Brown
(James Brown
James Brown
Say James Brown)
Yo
Shep Pettibone coolin' out
And to Mr. Magic, rock, shock and turn the motha out
Shep Pettibone coolin' out
And to Mr. Magic, rock, shock and turn the motha out
Mr. Magic, jump on it, jump on it
If you want it
Shep Pettibone coolin' out
And to Mr. Magic, rock, shock and turn the motha out
Shep Pettibone coolin' out
And to Mr. Magic, rock, shock and turn the motha out
Say nobody gives more music
Nobody gives more music (A ha ha)
Say nobody gives more music
Say what?