| Police in the city
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| is shuttin all the clubs down
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| it’s lookin like a ghost town
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| ya know Mary- what we gotta do?
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| Hell Yeah!
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| we gotta go underground
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| To da place -from which we all came from
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| house parties-they was always fun
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| remember tryin to rig a sound system
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| everybody- would bring a donation
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| when we needed- to get a turn table
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| my man Zulu
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| would borrow one from aunt Mable
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| set it up in the corner-
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| turn the lights down until the mornin'
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| But the party ain’t started till the speaker’s blown
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| NO! |
| NO! |
| NO!
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| Run fa ya life!
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| The party ain’t started 'till the speaker’s blown
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| While he was settin up camp
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| someone else would bring a home stereo amp
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| with a note from they mama-
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| don’t turn it up loud or it’s a goner
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| sorry mama- there’s no chance
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| cause if the shit ain’t bumpin'
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| people ain’t gonna dance
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| know what I’m sayin'(Turn that shit up)
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| everybody in the place would bring a few speakers
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| string em all togetha like they was sneakers
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| and say a prayer- before we turn it on hopin that the amp- wouldn’t get blown.
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| I asked Mary watcha think of it now we need a D.J. |
| to work this shit
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| so everybody- would bring a few singles- get
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| the beat bumpin
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| and then start to mingle
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| Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
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| every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
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| Every brother and every sister
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| would pay respect up to the ancestors
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| we would dance and we would celebrate
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| even though we live in a police state
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| then the pigs- would try to make a statement
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| with a ticket- for noise abatement
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| but we kept it pumpin'-till the braekadawn
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| then we told the cops
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| they gotta break the door down
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| and today -across the nation- don’t ya know
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| it’s the same situation
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| alotta cities lookin like a ghost town
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| but the house party will never be shut down
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| no no no!
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| Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
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| every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
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| This one’s dedicated to all the DJ’s, rappers,
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| Promoters, producers who continue to throw
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| jams in the face of adversity. |
| Peace
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| Peace to the informal nation. |
| Word Up! |