| Everyday we hit the ground running
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| We keep the crowd jumping, we keep the club bumping, we give you all something
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| It don’t matter how we flip our style because we make it happen
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| So versatile I hit you screaming or I’ll hit you rapping
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| Now what-cha yapping, shut your trap before you catch a slapping
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| Stop your whining, it’s our time and this was bound to happen
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| Now put your hands together and get to clapping
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| Clap-clap-clap, before I get to clapping
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| You know that we rock, ain’t afraid to roll, you know that the concrete
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| Will crack your skull, I’m trying to make about a thousand o’s
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| So let’s go. |
| you know that we rock, ain’t afraid to roll
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| You know that the concrete will crack your skull
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| I’m trying to rip about a thousand shows, so let’s go
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| Every night we coming out swinging, we get the crowd singing
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| Ears ringing, listen, we do our damn thing man
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| It don’t matter how you knock us down because we’re still kicking
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| It don’t matter how you hate my style because I’m still spitting
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| It don’t matter how we flip our style because we make it happen
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| So versatile I hit you screaming or I’ll hit you rapping
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| Now what-cha yapping, shut your trap before you catch a slapping
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| Stop your whining, it’s our time and this was bound to happen
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| Now put your hands together and get to clapping
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| Clap-clap-clap, before I get to clapping |