Lyrics:
throwdown
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
Scream it out and say yoooo, hit it!
Shake
throwdown
We're funkward bound
Hey, the Sugarhill gang is in your town
Now, baby doll and all you daddy-o's
Scream it out and say yoooo, hit it!
Shake
Ahhhh!
A showdown, it's all the way live
Between The Sugarhill Gang and
The Furious Five
Take your partner by the hand
Get out'cha seat
We're gonna tickle
Ho, ho, ho
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Drop tops, jump in it
Hit it, top down, gang with me
Throwing up five cities
Trapping through the Boost phone, buying those minutes
Me and Trav in
[king tee]
Well it's the musically drunken king tee, with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around
some fucking room
'Cause it's on with the pigs and them other nigs
When the cow jump over the moon, everybody jump!
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump
niggas get tribal
It's all about survival, nobody liable
I got caught by Five-0
Grandmama came to court with her bible
But when the judge hit the gavel
Now
run away
Hi-Yo Silver, is what I say
Ho, ho
Woo
Hit it gang
Ho, ho, ho
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump
run away
Hi-Yo Silver, is what I say
Ho, ho
Woo
Hit it gang
Ho, ho, ho
Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump
a party in any town
You know the Sugarhill Gang, will throw down
With yours truly, the Master G
And the brothers who rap so sensuously
It's got to be
a party in any town
You know the Sugarhill Gang, will throw down
With yours truly, the Master G
And the brothers who rap so sensuously
It's got to be
more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question the suggestion was made
The foundation
microphones that I can clutch
Droppin' bombs, combinin' the club attracts
like the Ol' Sugarhill Gang, King Tim and Fatback
There's no question
haters
Look
What you do
Huh
Here's the clue
From me to you
Yuh
I got da news
Uggh
I got da juice
Go get da loot
Gang
What it do
Huh
Deuce
Deuce
Like Bobby
fallin’ off cause
We was made for it we paid for it
We paid for it
We ain’t never fallin’ off cause
We was made for it
Jump out the plane, jump out
gang, this shit ain't animations (liar)
Now Mike WiLL Made-It (Mike) and Gucci Mane slayed it (wow)
Think I'm the dopest rapper ever, niggas overrated
Well, it's the musically drunken King Tee with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I've been around since
thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you can't fuck with me
From the jump I told you I cannot be faded
the whole feel
And it's wield by the regiments of the steel
Word up, MC Lyte, my boys GangStarr
The D.O.C., Eazy-E, Salt-n-Pepa, Whodini
Grandmaster Flash,
of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My ak
We, we don't give a fuck about you
Your homey on the block can get it too
Y'all lil' motherfuckers ain't gang-ster, save your
Crew, before I put
of bad bitches thats down to jump ship
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang
Bunch of bad bitches
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