Lyrics:
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn
Lights up on Washington Heights, up at the break of day
I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away
Pop the grate at the crack of dawn,
and the Aggies and the Hamptons
They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker
T. Washington, George killed, for twenty
Think about it (think), that's two thousand
Ellen . . . but make sure you get the reports to Washington before morning
Yes sir
Tell them to bring the satellite down for a full examination . .
Steinem, where are you now?
Gloria Steinem, wait a minute,
I heard on public radio that Gloria Steinem was gonna be speaking at a rally for women's rights in
Men were ready, on the move.
Take your powder, take your guns
Report to General Washington
Hurry, men, there's not an hour to lose!
Now, at famous
pair of chucks,
It's about time that somebody stepped up
[Chorus]
And the man (Yo, yo, yo)on the radio said(I regret to report)
(Yo, yo, yo)James
a old pair of chups,
It's about time that somebody stepped up
[Chorus]
And the man (Yo, yo, yo)on the radio said(I regret to report)
(Yo, yo,
Flash A News Bulletin from Washington DC
Where our news correspondence Ed Morow reports
Tonight Sid Cycane has one more stud to add to his leather
are gay.
chorus:
We're TEN PERCENT in Alabamy we're point 1-0 in Idaho.
From Washington to Indiany, we're TEN PERCENT of the world.
God bless Lou
We interrupt this record
To bring you a special bulletin
The reports of a flying saucer
Hovering over the city
Have been confirmed
The flying
grade A, no report card
Go so hard (go so hard)
Soulo, don't go so hard (don't go so hard)
Uh, don't go so hard (don't go so hard)
Mayday, grade A, no
on a horse show?
And while I'm selling, here's a flash report
And if you ain't down, you'll get played out son
My brothers know I kick the code of the streets
let me go!"
Oh, I know she heard me on the radio
I got her heart beatin' so damn fast
She had me swayin' to and fro
Oh, I know she heard me on the radio
Who couldn't spare the rod
For the greater good
Who couldn't fall in love
Doing what they should
Washington
Where'd you see this going
Washington
I
dances?
Gets her moves from the MTV
Clubs filled with pimps and gangstas
DJ spinning that RNB yeah
Report to the dancefloor
Go go go go
The kids all tune
I'm gettin' up when my next door neighbor's
Turnin' off the late show and hittin' the hay
I've got to sign on the radio station I'm what's known
Surface launch
Radio silence
Hover high level off
The time space tactics saved us then
Display report present, urgent
Sequence counting surface
reporter's gun is cocked
Communion line wrapped around the block
Raw report fell off the desk
We could only hear the rest
And the radio says no
And the radio
too
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too
[Chorus: x 2]
[News report]
We interruped our program to bring you this breaking news
camel
Ha call 911 cuz you cant beat me just one on one
Flex you to death with them Washington's
Then make you run home Jackie Robinson
911 whats your
We interrupt this record
To bring you a special bulletin
The reports of a flying saucer
Hovering over the city
Have been confirmed
The flying
"Let me touch your button"
If you got your tickets to the carnival,
please report to the dance floor right now!
She says when I am Wyclef you
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