Let’s All Get Down

[Sample]
It makes no sense just standin around

[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
I'm a live nigga, standin out like a rash
A live nigga, keep cash in a stash
What's the eggs without the corned beef hash?
Blowin up like Sarah Dash
Jerkin up the neck, known to cause whiplash
Dance and get down with me
Peep the steelo, the strategy
What killed the cat's curiosity?
You better believe that I be freakin
Rumor has it, the info leakin
Same MC that wreck shop at the Beacon
Uptown lingo is what I'm speakin
So put the pedal to the metal
And feet to the ground
And peep this uptown sound
It makes no sense just standin around
Hey, it makes no sense just standin around

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Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standin around

[Verse 2: Slick Rick]
I'm chillin with Nice and Smooth with my Phat Farm outfit
They say what up, Rick, what up? Good to see you out, kid
Where the party at, askin while relaxin
And pop a couple of Moe's listenin to some fat tracks with them
Being the kid was locked, want to check the the scene and shit
Zulu Nation havin somethin tonight at the arena, Rick
Lets get drunk and roll, said they like the sound of it
Rolled a couple of blunts, but Ruler wasn't down with it
Fans did some, we'll plead and then hit some
Work release even if you get caught with weed in yo system
Be up north quick, since we all down to roll
Went to the club havin the utmost amount of fun
Should've heard them groupies scream for
Wonder why this brother lookin at me all mean for
Ignored it, kept woppin til my neck hurt
Then Greg Nice and Smooth did this very same record called

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[Verse 3: Smooth B]
Happy birthday, what's it worth, say
To Papa Smurf, I cover the globe like Earth Day
Rollin with G and the Rickster
Flavorful Boogie Down mixture
We came back to attack with the Ruler
You can't get no cooler
On our way to the bank
Now do the Patty Duke and then do the Spank
Come from the heart things spark
And keep your eyes glued at the top of the chart
Oh shit, it's the man with the fronts and the jewels
The kids with the blunts and the tools
Sewing up shop like needles
Sellin more records than the Beetles
So don't be astound
It ain't no sense in standin around

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