To The Beat Y’all

[Verse 1]
I say clap your hands everybody
Everybody clap your hands
Just clap your hands everybody
Everybody clap your hands
Allow me to introduce myself
They call me Mrs. DJ
I've got my name in the Hall of Fame
By the DJ rhymes I say
Now parental discretion is advised
We're gonna take this trip aloud
Say, the words I speak are very true
They're recommended by Triple Crown you see
If you wanna know what moves my soul
Or shakes inside my brain
I got this beat I can't control
And it's driving me insane
I got eighteen years' experience
I'm the master of karate
Said a’ don't nobody mess with me
And I don't mess with nobody
At the age of one, I was having fun
I was listenin’ to the disco beat
At the age of two, I was doing it to you
On turntables one and two
I've been number one all my life
And I've always played the dozens
Said I've got more rhymes in the back of my mind than Alex Haley's got cousins
To the mack, to the mack
To the front, to the back
Put your foot on the rock and pat your foot
Don't stop, put your foot on the rock
I've got a style that's all my own
You got Lady B on the microphone
I'm no Perri Johnson or Butterball
I just stopped by to freak out you all
I got a little black book with a thousand pages
With a listing of men that range from all ages
To the beat y'all, check it out y'all
Don't stop

[Verse 2]
I said Jack and Jill went up the hill
To have a little fun
But stupid Jill forgot the pill
And now they have a son
The pot wasn't hot, the corn wasn't on
The butter didn't melt 'til the crack of dawn
I say, you bring the butter and I'll bring the salt
If you don't freak then it ain't my fault
I said a-hip hop, a-hip-hip a-hop
Hip hip hibbie hibbie hip hop hop
I said a-hip, a-hop
A-don't stop baby, don't stop baby, don't stop
Say do it, do it, do do a-do it
Do it, do it good
A’ just do it, there ain't nothing to it
This is Lady B and the disco flu
Said a-hip hop a-don't stop
We gonna shock the house
I'm mean, I'm a fiend, I'm a sex machine
I could shake the wrinkles outta straight-legged jeans
I'm gonna tell it to you once, tell it to you straight
I'm the baddest politician since Watergate
Yes yes y'all, I'm in the house
Yes yes y'all, what it's all about
Go down, go down, go down, go down
Uh-oh, go down
From coast to coast, DJ's the man
Said he's the one with the master plan
He's pleasing ladies day to day
And this is what my man would say:
"I'm listed in the Yellow Pages
All around the world
And I'm wanted by the cops and the FBI
For buggin’ out these sweet young girls
Sweet ladies, young ladies
Just the ones that I'm gon' see
If I don't get a chance to freak with you
A’ leave your telephone number with me
You see, 'cause I'll call you up a thousand times
At the crack of dawn if your momma don't mind"
To the beat y'all, check it out y'all
Don't stop

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Said north, east, south, west
Said Lady B gonna rock the best
To the beat
To the DJ's funky beat
Lady B, as you know
Will rock you on your stereo
I'm no John Travolta, no Farrah Fawcett
I'll run more miles than Tony Dorsett
To the beat
To the DJ's funky beat
I said take out your ballpoint pen
And jot down these lines again
Said the beat's so fine, it'll blow your mind
Way up your back and down your spine
Just do it
Just do it
I know a man with a golden voice
He has everything he needs
He's got two limousines and one Rolls-Royce
That travels at the fastest speed
Say Reverend Ike's on the mic
Clark Gable's on the turntable
Mickey Mouse gon' build a house
And Donald Duck don't give a …
Say what?
To the beat y'all
I say hip hip-a-dop, oh-socialize
Come on boy, and make my nature rise
And let's freak
Let's freak
Rock your body, rock it faster
I got a friend he's the Grandmaster
He'll rock your soul, control your mind
Said this is one of them Master's lines
Lady and Superman had a fight
I hit him in the head with some kryptonite
I hit him so hard, he went insane
Guess who's bustin’ out Lois Lane
It's him y'all, yes yes y'all
He's bustin’ out Lois Lane
I said hip-hop b-bop b-bop b-bop bop
I said uh-ah, I got it like that
To the beat y'all, yes yes y'all
Don't stop
I say, when I die, bury me deep
Plant two turntables at my feet
Put my mixer near my head
So when you close the casket I can rock the dead
To the beat y'all, yes yes y'all
Let's freak
Said hip hop, a-hip hip a-hop
Hip, hip hibbie hibbie hip hop hop
I said a hip hop, a-don't stop baby
Don't stop baby, don't stop
To the beat y'all, yes yes y'all
Don't stop