| My city, are you wit' me?
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| Jump around the floor and get busy
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| My city, are you wit' me?
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| Jump around the floor and get busy
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| Ho! |
| Right now, on the mic tonight
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| Young handsome brotha on the disco hype
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| Got the butterfly collar and the skins to match
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| Ten crates in the booth, got a break to catch
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| Skills needed to apply, dress chic and be denied
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| Pay the cover and fly, everybody’s gettin high
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| Please don’t ask why, see the ladies get tipped
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| While the cheeba get lit, y’all, here’s another hit
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| Oh, party people, let’s set it off tonight
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| Tip the bartender, keep the dance floor tight
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| Young ladies in the house (Oh, my God!)
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| Turn it up, y’all, protocol: up off the wall ‘til the last call
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| Last pint, (Last night!), change it all
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| You keep moving like your wedding night
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| Mike’s sweating, light-headed, like too much hype, you wipe your brow
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| Hey, bartender, I think I need a shot right now
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| Do you have the Jägermeister? |
| (Oh, yeah!)
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| Well, here’s a round of brandy, for those feeling randy
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| The P going disco, like Marvin and Tammi
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| The jam of the decade, so overdose
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| Jump on the good foot, dance comatose, ah!
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
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| The hipster’s too cool, and having fun’s too weird
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| He got can’t-dance pants and a can’t-dance beer
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| Grew up in a can’t-dance house
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| To a can’t-dance mom who wore a can’t-dance blouse
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| He needs to have fun, he got a can’t-dance trust fund
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| If I was his dad, I’d kill my can’t-dance son. |
| Good riddance!
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| P.U.T.S., good rhythms, party people get with ‘em, say, «Ho!»
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| See, I was born and raised in the ghetto
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| Ate the Aunt Jemima and Nabisco
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| They say I do my thing at the disco
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| And keep the groove real slick like Crisco
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| Ceremonial conductor of the rhythm, one time
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| Peep: my hands move fast under lights that shine
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| All the girls know me, and all the fellas act jealous
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| So G, Reggie Wells, without the sales and tales
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| Get the folks overzealous, what they tell us? |
| (Oh, yeah!)
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| It’s the party of the year, right here, right now, Kapowski
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| Heartthrob, be a teenager, like, «Wow, dude! |
| I’m down, dude!»
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| Fuck it, who cares, tonight you’re partying with People Under The Stairs
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| …break it down
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| Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
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| Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
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| Break, break it down, break it down, and set it off
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| Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
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| Break, break it down, break it down, break it down
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| Break-a, break it down, straight set it off, set it off
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| Party people, straight set it off, set it off
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| My city, are you wit' me?
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| Jump around the floor and get busy
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| My city, are you wit' me?
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| Jump around the floor and get busy
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| Got the kid stone-trippin' at the disco
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| Lights in my eyes, drink in my hand, everything’s all good, y’all!
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| Los Angeles city, I hope you’re having fun tonight! |
| We so hoping you’re
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| sweating, y’all… yeah… Feels so good… Hey, brotha, Get busy, you look dizzy,
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| hahaha
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| Right now…
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| Peter Brown, y’all, Peter Brown, let’s go
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| Peter Brown, y’all, it’s Peter Brown (x4)
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| Peter Brown, y’all, it's Peter Brown
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| Peter Brown |