歌词
作曲 : Kikuo Nishi/Daniel De Vera Reyes/James A Kelly/Nazareth Nirza/Dontez Hood/Alejandro Ocana
Take it up a notch, puffin' a loud while I'm strollin' up the block.
Mid-city when it buzzin' cops, like an outlet when the conductor is hot.
Cool, then I rush the spot.
Know you can't touch my locks.
Well, maybe if you act like a lady, the cleanest you are.
I ain't no superstar; we're all superstars.
Strummin' two guitars, you trust strings.
Hit like you've been cigarred.
New Benz, a car; no Geneva, Yarbrough's great-grandson.
Junior banter, phantom chance of a lifetime.
Showin' the anthem, handsome, right drive for ransom.
In my life, no thing happens at random.
Learn to watch for tandem, coincidences, instances at home while I roll the mansion.
This is what we came here for.
B-Girl, B-Boys, report to the floor.
Drop down in crop circles; spread hip-hop around the floor.
This is what we came here for.
B-Girl, B-Boys, report to the floor.
Drop down in crop circles; spread hip-hop around the floor.
Some got sunburned; you're blocked.
Someone brought me a rum and coke and the rocks.
Well, we're about to get this party started.
Synchronize your watch with the time allotted.
The place got crowded.
Red drop, the needle; the whole spot shouted.
Peace Division, Millennium and Militia.
Loving languages, cause Los Angeles is the isha.
We're gonna get you in a frame of mind.
We're helping you paint the picture with a plush paintbrush.
Don't be mad because you paint us; it's the world's responsibility to finish the latest.
Back in the day, when we went home on the late bus, we knew in our hearts we were the greatest.
We just kick up with the fist up.
Amped off reaction like it's my hip cut.
This cut will probably heal the more we love, the more we feel about this music.
Dropping another dozen records, and you're responding like you're gonna fix your cousin.
Hotter than the glitter ties coming out your oven.
Girls on the show with their hands up because we love 'em, but don't leave 'em.
That good food we feed 'em; big up Chuck Rock.
We know how to treat 'em; feed 'em up the right pat.
They ask, "Where's that?"
We're here to guide you out.
This is what we came here for.
B-Girl, B-Boys, report to the floor.
Drop down in crop circles; spread hip-hop around the floor.
This is what we came here for.
B-Girl, B-Boys, report to the floor.
Drop down in crop circles; spread hip-hop around the floor.
Start off on a good foot.
Take a good look.
All it took was a good shake; wallflower needs soul power.
Fast, low, and a show; keep it strong for a whole hour.
Someone said it's a gift, man, man.
That energy we give it pulls 'em out of that quicksand.
Feeling that, cause we all need healing.
Real life healing, why it's so appealing.
Wearing it wrong, but change is good.
Tearing each and every song like some wish they could.
This is Bombay; this is show up to show down.
Trying to ball you up; turn the party up.
Turn your life for charity; take a little bit and make a lot of it.
We gotta get harder than a mother bear.
Rocking it, non-stopping it, like Bound Bottle.
Up on the block, we're in the club.
Asia, Africa, Vancouver; up on the block, we're good.
Hip-hop we got, like pasta.
The monsters, the guns, and the rises; the ones, and the mob as we're rocking the gauntlet.
Without a duck in the shop, other groups are sucking a lot, talking about nothing, a lot; bluffing and flirting a lot.
We're one of the under the radar, but we're glowing hot.
Throwing off the norm with art form, of art form, hardcore; hard to be born.
This is what we came here for.
B-Girl, B-Boys, report to the floor.
Drop down in crop circles; spread hip-hop around the floor.
This is what we came here for.
B-Girl, B-Boys, report to the floor.
Drop down in crop circles; spread hip-hop around the floor.