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Albums:

Gotta Get the Groove Back (Johnnie Taylor) · I'm Leavin' U (Gotta Go, Gotta Go) (MC Lyte) · Gotta Go, Gotta Leave (Vivian Green) · Black Rock/Gotta Groove (The Bar-Kays) · Gotta Groove (The Bar-Kays) · Black Rock/Gotta Groove (The Bar-Kays) · Get Your Groove On (Gianni Vaneini) · West End Records: Music To Get Your Groove On, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: 70s Back Seat Classics (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Get Your Groove on: 70s Smooth Soul (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


pillow, I sleep wit my shoes on 
Every single night me and my mack get our groove on 
Don't get moved on 
Cause I shoot through your bicepts your
the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so
Before you make your move
Before you make your move
Melt with everyone

You gotta get up and make your move (Repeat)
that's the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself, c'mon
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
got some more in store
When I get through throwin' it on
You gotta' come back for more

Boys will come along a dime by the dozen
That ain't nothing
heart is worth about ten cents

I've been adding it up 
To see where it went
The love we shared and the time we spent
Now I gotta get straight
I gotta get
mind
Let the rhythm take control

[Chorus]
Step on up, let your body go
'cause I know you want to do it so
When you hear the groove
You've gotta
you in communication?
Do you fit in to their plans?
They're coming to rock your whole foundation
Take you to another land, yeah
You gotta start moving,
the only way

So tonight gotta leave that nine to five upon the shelf
And just enjoy yourself
Groove, let the madness in the music get to you
Life ain't so
and the darkness
It's not too late, there's got to be a way
For me to escape all this nonsense

I've got to get away [x5]

They try and run my life
But that's
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here

Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When
clear of the closing doors
Gotta get going gotta go for yours
Everybody try to get inside
Do what'cha gotta do to stay alive
Stand clear
You know it's not the end
Don't take it lying down
No crying now it's your world

Let the music play
You wont get away
Just get the groove
And then
the girls
F.Y.I.
You know it's not the end
Don't take it lying down
No crying now it's your world

Let the music play
You wont get away
Just get
baby girl I love your accent-cent-cent-cent
I think I like you more because your different
Oh, I ain't gotta ask I can tell you ain't from here
Oh, what
Morning
Came to the windows in the street
Selling red watermelon, 5 cents a piece.

Merry boat on the river
Freedom
Fresh drams to deliver
a groove with you
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Hey Mr. DJ keep playin' that song for me
Out on the floor in my arms, she's gotta be
Let's get it on (let's get it on)
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night
When
Twenty-five cents, haha, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night
When
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here.....

Up in Harlem ev'ry Saturday night
When
Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing
Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring
And I bring this, to all the party people that
slip, cuz I'm dippin'
This sucka you ain't pimpin', uh
You gotta step to a hoochie with a little more game on your tongue
Oh yes, I get hung
And I
On That Bishop And Jude Shit
I'll Put This 4-5 In Your Mouth Like A Toothpick (You Bitch)
The South Ain't Safe No Mo', So Get A Gun
And Pray To God That
Twenty-five cents, hah, no, no
I wouldn't pay twenty-five cents to go in nowhere
'Cause listen here

Up in Harlem every Saturday night
When