All you got to do is follow the music
And listen for the rhythm..listen for the rhythm
Now here we go (HERE WE GO!)
BOTTLES UP! It's a holla holiday
PUT 'EM DOWN! Break me off some love
Now bottles up, fall in line
It's about that time to take your coat off
Let's have a toast, coast-to-coast
A brand new holiday for players of all kinds
Yellow and red, wake up the dead!
Shine the lights, this is Harlem Nights
True, Digital you and Papa Hump's
Bringing that slump you can bump to, boo
Here's the opportunity to let that dove out
We looped up Public Enemy in the drums
We's about to do what they don't
Ready to hit the year 2010
We cruise all through shows
With us, the Underground will blast you
Can your brain stand a taut sack of deez nuts
But them words got me debating
All them dumb songs, cloned
Got that tone, you've been waiting
Well, next up in line to toast ya
Clee and my man John Doe-ja
We got that bump that'll shake you up
It'll wake you up like Folger's
Them dumb-dumb moves gonna prove to be costly
My doggs be, always with me like I'm Rabbit Hut
And four-deep in a jeep in the street
Plus with the Zapp, super-slumping
But we always into something
>From doing doughnuts, making hoes go nuts
Our names should be Dunkin
We chose today to holla and spread love, folks
We talk to each other like we was brothers
We have more pull than tugboats
That cash flows up and down like a teeter-totter
They check for their Lexus and their Movados
Who they checking for ain't even ridahs
We keep our doggs beside us
That's why we the survivors
Toss up your Hennessy, Mo'-mo' and Alize
Ain't no player hating this way
Doggonit, everybody get your love on
Everybody be getting they hug on
Forgetting to put they doggs on
Ladi-dadi, nothing but a party
Toast this up, let's make it happen
Holla if you need me, pass me the beadie
Holla at me, holla at your doggs
Make love to my intellect
Sprinkle me, mayne, sprinkle me
Cause the people over the stairs
Move on, move on, move on
