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Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4,Five will make you get down now
Everybody get up singing 1,2,3,4,Five will make you get down now
You gots to keep it real You gots to keep it raw I'm lyrically blessed so don't try to ignore
Time for some action creeping up your back and keep the beat nasty like Janet my reaction hard I'm addictive better lock your kids in
Coming to you area ya don't know what you're missing go tell your family here comes the enemy blowing up the spot tech remedy
CHORUS Keep it move, keep it move, keep it moving on I'll be the resident president, I'm the 5th element Jimmy fly snooka stone cold is how I'm hittin' em' better get together, put your hands in the sky stick em up punk hit em low hit em high
Now I'm the bad boy that you invite for dinners ain't got no manners cos I eat with my fingers
Lost boys terrorize the neighborhood and Hounds of the Baskerville will be up to no good so come on come on everybody keep checking us coming with funk being it on wickedness
Everybody better recognize we got the funky rhymes Keep it together, baby don't even try to organize We be the roughnecks no concept no business
We here to get down and make em grab your biscuits
So everybody, anybody, somebody put your hands together represent like John Gotte paragraph after grammar for gas
The party's armageddon hit em with the heavy class I'm bugging, hitting with the hooligan bamn I know you wanna stand-up baby jump
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