| Well it’s 50 cups of coffee and you know it’s on
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| I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn
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| Can’t rock the house without the party people
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| Cause when we’re gettin down we are all equal
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| There’s no better or worse between you and me
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| But I rock the mic so viciously
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| Like pins and needles and words that sting
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| At the blink of an eye I will do my thing
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| It’s Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins
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| Like diggin down deep in the record bins
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| Everybody gettin down make no mistake
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| Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8
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| Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
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| Super Disco Disco Breakin'
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| Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
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| Super Disco Disco Breakin'
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| Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I’m soft spoken
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| When I’m in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken
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| World is the the spice you bring the sauce
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| You can kiss my ass you funky boss
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| Now that you got what you want, you want more
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| I’ll be with the hammer and the nail at your door
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| With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'
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| Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something
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| Cause I can give you all you need
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| A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read
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| Let me tell you now that’s my favorite shit
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| And when I got a new rhyme I just say it
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| So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
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| Super Disco Disco Breakin'
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| Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan
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| Super Disco Disco Breakin' |