Yeah
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A chick-a-doom, chick-a-doom chick-a-doom
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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I like the way the rhythm makes me jump and move
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It gots the feelin' that makes me wanna do my do
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Got me feelin' joy, turn my gray sky blue
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And when you hear a cut, baby doll, I know you
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Will feel it huh? Get up on the floor start movin' some
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Body parts that got brothers actin' dumb
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And they be actin' dumb from the cut that playin'
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People break they neck from this demonstration
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We about mass appeal, no segregation
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Got Black to Asian and Caucasian sayin'
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"That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again"
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Let your body collide to the rhythm provided
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By the mind state affairs classified
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And make your heat up and flare, I swear
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A serenade, a soul and so beware
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And what's happenin' here, seek one to help you
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Feelin' a piece of mind, let your spine unwind
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Maybe in time you can stop this crime
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But until then, yo I'm-a rock a rhyme sayin'
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"That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again"
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It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
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It's got groove, it's got feelin'
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A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom
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It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
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It's got groove, it's got meanin'
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A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom
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Got the state's appeal with the joint's that real
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I don't need no steel to make my point
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Get down and dirty 'cause that's my joint
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Ha! We preferably make all points
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Through a nation we build off the musical field
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Or a visual thrill, we do what we feel
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Any time or place, on stage in ya face
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Over tea in Earth and outer space
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Because we rock that shit, we flip that shit
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Some east coast, west coast cosmic shit
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Some north bound shit, some some south bound shit
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Some overseas, London, out of town shit
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Rockin' the joint, rockin' the jams
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Turn that shit up, play it again 'cause
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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That's the joint, that's the jam
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Turn that shit up, play it again
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It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
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It's got groove, it's got feelin'
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A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom
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It's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam, it's the jam
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It's got groove, it's got meanin'
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A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom
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Doom doom doom
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Doom doom doom
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That's the jam
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A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom
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That's the jam
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That's the jam
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That's the jam
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A chick-a-doom, a chick-a-doom chick-a-doom doom
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That's The Joint
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| Black Eyed Peas |
