1-2-3
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Give it to me
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Get on the dancefloor
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Start to clap your hands for
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The smooth operator, what more can your ask for
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The musical maestro
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That's usin the mic so
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I can spark up the entire place like nitro-
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Glycerine because the crowd is sizzlin
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Bobbin they heads to what's said and still listenin
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I specialize in fun
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And I must know what's happenin cos you're dancin like re-run
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So behold the natural born soul, a rhythm
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To get em and hit em as I party with em
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My job is to make you all feel this
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But i'm not don cornelius
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I'm just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya
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Movin and groovin, provin, soothin at your leisure
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I don't sing or yell
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But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than Ma Bell
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The brain of the Kane's so intelligent
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You think dancin is irrelevant
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And start stompin like a elephant
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But that's not necessary, just let the beat carry
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You into somethin funkadelic
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That might best describe
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The musical vibe you feel when I arrive
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From the moment I walk through the door
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I gotta keep em on the floor
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Get up and dance and move your body across the floor
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Go on and do your thing until you're feelin sore
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(I can't dance no more)
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Get on up and dance
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(Let's dance)
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Get on up and dance
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(Give it here)
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Get on up and dance
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(Funky)
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Look
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You came in the disco
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Thinkin it would be just low
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But i'ma make sure you enjoy this show
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You won't have a chance to sit down
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(Get down)
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And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon
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A voice that's choice, as strong as sarah vaugh
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Swift delivery flowin like a river be
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Flowin, but only ladies know my tongue is that slippery
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I grab the mic and then we'll see
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Who can d-a-n-c-e
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Makin the crowd roar for more of what they saw
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And I'm sure that I can keep em on the floor
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{Chorus}
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Oh
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Feel like i'm down here by myself sometimes
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I'm ready to break this groove down
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You're ready
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So I'ma let the music just stop
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And we gon' get into our own thing for a minute here
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You're ready
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Break it down
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Keep on dancin
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(Keep on dancin)
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(Dance)
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Bring in paramedics to relieve the
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Trace of this bad case of dance fever
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Cos I can feel the disco heat gettin to me
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While the sweat got my silk drawers stickin to me
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But I can't stop, I gotta party
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Like a gun on the dancefloor and catch a body
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I might move real smooth
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Then again dance real silly
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Just like a hillbilly
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As i make sure the beat is kept
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So all the party people stay in step
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Become a slave to the rhythm
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Grab someone of the opposite sex and dance with em
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Put your partner on the floor and face em
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That shows a positive sign of unification
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And if all party goers could make this move
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We'd be one nation under a groove
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So let's try this, stop the violence
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That can only result in peace from what I sense
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To be straight to the point
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A little love and harmony - mh (it's the joint)
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So build a nation, pump the bass and
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The treble beyond the level of imagination
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So the Big Daddy Kane can endure
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And the name of this tune is Keep Em on the Floor
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(Everybody get up)
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Keep 'Em on the Floor
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Big Daddy Kane |