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Let's All Get Down
by Slick Rick



I'm a live nigga standing out like a rash
A live nigga keep cash in a stash
What's the eggs without the corn beef hash?
Blowing up like Sarah Dash

Jerkin up the neck known to cause whiplash
Dance and get down with me
Peep the steelo the strategy
What killed the cat's curiosity?

You better believe that I be freaking
Pull my ? the M be leaking
Same MC who wreck shop at the Beacon
Uptown lingo is what I'm speaking
So put your pedal to the metal

And feet to the ground
And peep this uptown sound
It makes no sense in standing around
Hey, it makes no sense just standing around

Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standing around

Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standing around

I'm chilling with Nice and Smooth with my Phat Farm outfit
They say what's up Rick what's up good to see you out kid
Where the party at, asking and relaxing
And pop a couple of Moe's listening to some fat tracks with them

Being a kid locked, want to check the the scene and shit
Zulu Nation having something tonight at the arena Greg
Lets get drunk and roll, said they like the sound of it
Rolled a couple of blunts, but Ruler wasn't down with it
? want to go and hit something

Be off work release even if you get caught with weed in yo system
Be up north quick, since we all down to roll
Went to the club having the up most amount of fun
Should've heard them groupies scream for
Wonder why this brother looking at me all mean for
Ignored it, kept swapping til my neck hurt
Then Greg Nice and Smooth did this very same record called

Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standing around

Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standing around

Happy birthday, what's the word say
To papa smurf, I cover the globe like earth day
Rollin with G and the Rickster
Flavor full boogie down mixture

We came back to attack with the Ruler
You can't get no cooler
On our way to the bank
Now do the Patty Duke and then do the Spank

Come from the heart things spark
And keep your eyes glued to the top of the chart
Oh shit, its the man with the fronts and the jewels
The kids with the blunts and the tools
Sewing up shop like needles
Selling more record than the Beetles
So don't be astound
And makes no sense in standing around

Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standing around

Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
Come on everybody lets all get down
It makes no sense just standing around
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written by BARNES, DARRYL / MAYS, GREG
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.