Текст песни Stetsasonic - Bust That Groove
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[Intro]Yo, Prince Paul ("yea")Bust that groove[Daddy-O]Well my name is Daddy-O, soWant you to know, what you want us to knowWhen I`m around, I`m doggin` the show[Delite]To pimp ya hand slips, I`m set to rip titsThe Rhyme-a-rator, king and I`m runnin` the ship[Frukwan]You niggas should leave, well who`s that? "Frukwan!"I got style and physique, seePrince Paul, what, what, we know that you got gutsLet `em know what`s up wit the scratch and cut (Prince Paul scratches it up)[Daddy-O]You got on and on and three steps aheadHot butter on, say what, the cornbreadStet start troopin` wit the rhymes galoreYou do the patty duke, til you can`t no morePlay after dark, and search to come inYou might bump heads wit some of ya friendsAnd the D.J., he may blow ya mindD.J. Prince Paul, is one of a kind[Delite]With a little pat, we smack and then shalatTo a monk that hates, spit out the factThat the crew is not a threat to societyBut opportunity to make people feel hot beatsSo we deliver the fun, take her way down un`Make people gather round and shake their bunAnd we never leave a jam til the job is doneAnd if you wanna fight that, we could go for some[Frukwan]Right to left, you right, he`s deafFly girls in the corner, you shootin` ya bestSo watch rock the show, so she says noCuz she see the Prince Paul, cut sparks`ll flowWhen these cuts are made, it go inside wit the fadeAfter that`s done, that`s when we get paidIt`s Stet prefect, Prince Paul is directAnd he cut`s the old school and that`s hi-tech (instrumentation)[Daddy-O]Dip-dip-dive, so-socializeI didn`t teach to throw ya, threw some exerciseWe did the push-up, the sit-up, the jumping jacksAnd when we went through, we went around the tracksBut when you smoke that crack, you run like a snailI didn`t teach a poet that we goin` to failBut when the test came, you know we passedCuz we the best M.C.`s in the whole gym class[Frukwan]Up and down and all aroundNow bust the rhythm of the Stetsa soundBring if you feel you wants to get snottyTake a good look at the size of the partyIt`s six on the mix and Human Percus`D.B.C. on the keys and the three will discuss, usCuz we`re the must and the cuts we trustGrand Wizard Prince Paul is ya vitamin plus[Delite]We go back and forth, and forth and backWit the rhyme on time, we cuttin` on slackWit the chance to advance, and hand yo dashWit the rhythm that`s flown from U.S. to FranceWe got the D.B.C. to devastate the keysAnd the light skinned brother on the mix machineIt`s not a funk machine that cause a heart attackBut the mighty Prince Paul on the old 8-trackIt`s like that ya`ll, as personality winsFrukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, best friends[Outro]"You got the time - I got the time""You got the feeling - I got the shit on right..." "Uh! Uh-Uh-Uh!" - scratched up