All you got to do is follow the music
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And listen for the rhythm..listen for the rhythm
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[Humpty-Hump (Crowd) x4]
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Now here we go (HERE WE GO!)
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Come on (COME ON!)
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[Chorus x2]
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BOTTLES UP! It's a holla holiday
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PUT 'EM DOWN! Break me off some love
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[Humpty-Hump]
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Now bottles up, fall in line
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It's about that time to take your coat off
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Let's have a toast, coast-to-coast
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Show to show
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[Shock G]
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So, holla at me
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A brand new holiday for players of all kinds
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Rich, poor, blind
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Yellow and red, wake up the dead!
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[Humpty-Hump]
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Shine the lights, this is Harlem Nights
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True, Digital U and Papa Hump's
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Bringing that slump you can bump to, boo
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[Shock G]
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Don't be sleeping
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Here's the opportunity to let that dove out
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[Humpty-Hump]
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We looped up Public Enemy in the drums
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To make you bug out
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[Shock G]
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Lace me!
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We's about to do what they don't
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Housing!
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Ready to hit the year 2010
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[Humpty-Hump]
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I work that brown nose
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Hoes usually laugh
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We cruise all through shows
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With us, the Underground will blast you
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[Shock G]
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Out of the frame
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Can your brain stand a taut sack of deez nuts
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[Crowd]
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WE WANT SHOCK-GEESUS!
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[Shock G]
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Yo, I want you back
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[Humpty-Hump]
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Fat tracks I've heard
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But them words got me debating
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All them dumb songs, cloned
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Got that tone, you've been waiting
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[Chorus]
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[Clee]
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Well, next up in line to toast ya
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Clee and my man John Doe-ja
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We got that bump that'll shake you up
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It'll wake you up like Folger's
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Coffee, back up off me
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Cause we be super-saucy
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I'm with my doggs and
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Them dum-dum moves gonna prove to be costly
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[John Doe]
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My doggs be, always with me like I'm Rabbit Hut
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And four-deep in a jeep in the street
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Plus with the Zapp, super-slumping
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[Clee]
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Bumping, hella drunken
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But we always into something
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>From doing doughnuts, making hoes go nuts
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Our names should be Dunkin
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[John Doe]
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It ain't no function
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We chose today to holla and spread love, folks
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We talk to each other like we was brothers
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We have more pull than tugboats
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[Clee]
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But like them cutthroats
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That cash flows up and down like a teeter-totter
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Instead of their doggs
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They check for their Lexus and their Movados
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[John Doe]
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I don't know why cause
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Who they checking for ain't even ridahs
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We keep our doggs beside us
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That's why we the survivors
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[Digital Underground]
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BOTTLES UP!
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[Clee]
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Toss up your Hennessy, Mo'-mo' and Alize
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Ain't no player hating this way
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It's a holla holiday
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[Shock G]
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Move on, move, move on
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[Chorus]
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[Humpty-Hump]
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So go on, na!
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Doggonit, everybody get your love on
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Everybody be getting they hug on
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Forgetting to put they doggs on
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[Shock G]
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Ladi-dadi, nothing but a party
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Toast this up, let's make it happen
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Holla if you need me, pass me the beadie
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We through rapping
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Holla at me, holla at your doggs
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Take me high, lace me
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Make love to my intellect
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Sprinkle me, mayne, sprinkle me
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Cause the people over the stairs
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They ain't sweating me
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Move on, move on, move on
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Holla-Holliday
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Digital Underground |