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Stetsasonic
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Bust That Groove
Lyricist:Glenn Bolton, Arnold Hamilton, Paul Huston, Martin Nemley, Leonardo Roman, Shahid Wright
Yo, Prince Paul (Yeah) Bust that groove
Well, my name is Daddy-O so Want you to know, what you want us to know When I'm around, I'm doggin' the show To pimp ya hand slips, I'm set to rip tits The Rhyme-a-rator, king and I'm runnin' the ship
You niggas should leave, well, who's that? Frukwan, I got style and physique, see Prince Paul, what, what, we know that you got guts Let 'em know what's up wit the scratch and cut
You got on and on and three steps ahead Hot butter on, say what, the cornbread Stet start troopin' wit the rhymes galore You do the patty duke, till you can't no more
Play after dark and search to come in You might bump heads wit some of ya friends And the D.J., he may blow ya mind D.J. Prince Paul is one of a kind
With a little pat, we smack and then shalat To a monk that hates, spit out the fact That the crew is not a threat to society But opportunity to make people feel hot beats
So we deliver the fun, take her way down un' Make people gather round and shake their bun And we never leave a jam till the job is done And if you wanna fight that, we could go for some
Right to left, you right, he's deaf Fly girls in the corner, you shootin' ya best So watch rock the show, so she says, no 'Cuz she see the Prince Paul, cut sparks'll flow
When these cuts are made, it go inside wit the fade Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com After that's done, that's when we get paid It's Stet prefect, Prince Paul is direct And he cuts the old school and that's hi-tech
Dip, dip, dive, so socialize I didn't teach to throw ya, threw some exercise We did the push-up, the sit-up, the jumping jacks And when we went through, we went around the tracks
But when you smoke that crack, you run like a snail I didn't teach a poet that we goin' to fail But when the test came, you know we passed 'Cuz we the best M.C.'s in the whole gym class
Up and down and all around Now bust the rhythm of the Stetsa sound Bring if you feel you wants to get snotty Take a good look at the size of the party
It's six on the mix and [unverified] D.B.C. on the keys and the three will discuss us 'Cuz we're the must and the cuts we trust Grand Wizard Prince Paul is ya vitamin plus
We go back and forth and forth and back Wit the rhyme on time, we cuttin' on slack Wit the chance to advance and hand yo dash Wit the rhythm that's flown from U.S. to France
We got the D.B.C. to devastate the keys And the light skinned brother on the mix machine It's not a funk machine that cause a heart attack But the mighty Prince Paul on the old eight-track
It's like that ya'll, as personality wins Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, best friends
You got the time, I got the time You got the feeling, I got the shit on right Uh, uh, uh, uh
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