Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bust That Groove, artist - Stetsasonic. Album song On Fire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1985
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Bust That Groove |
Yo, Prince Paul |
(yea) |
Bust that groove |
Well my name is Daddy-O, so Want you to know, what you want us to know |
When I’m around, I’m doggin’the show |
To pimp ya hand slips, I’m set to rip tits |
The Rhyme-a-rator, king and I’m runnin’the ship |
You niggas should leave, well who’s that? |
Frukwan! |
I got style and physique, see |
Prince Paul, what, what, we know that you got guts |
Let 'em know what’s up wit the scratch and cut |
(Prince Paul scratches it up) |
You got on and on and three steps ahead |
Hot butter on, say what, the cornbread |
Stet start troopin’wit the rhymes galore |
You do the patty duke, til you can’t no more |
Play after dark, and search to come in You might bump heads wit some of ya friends |
And the D.J., he may blow ya mind |
D.J. |
Prince Paul, is one of a kind |
With a little pat, we smack and then shalat |
To a monk that hates, spit out the fact |
That the crew is not a threat to society |
But opportunity to make people feel hot beats |
So we deliver the fun, take her way down un' |
Make people gather round and shake their bun |
And we never leave a jam til the job is done |
And if you wanna fight that, we could go for some |
Right to left, you right, he’s deaf |
Fly girls in the corner, you shootin’ya best |
So watch rock the show, so she says no Cuz she see the Prince Paul, cut sparks’ll flow |
When these cuts are made, it go inside wit the fade |
After that’s done, that’s when we get paid |
It’s Stet prefect, Prince Paul is direct |
And he cut’s the old school and that’s hi-tech |
(instrumentation) |
Dip-dip-dive, so-socialize |
I didn’t teach to throw ya, threw some exercise |
We did the push-up, the sit-up, the jumping jacks |
And when we went through, we went around the tracks |
But when you smoke that crack, you run like a snail |
I didn’t teach a poet that we goin’to fail |
But when the test came, you know we passed |
Cuz we the best M.C.'s in the whole gym class |
Up and down and all around |
Now bust the rhythm of the Stetsa sound |
Bring if you feel you wants to get snotty |
Take a good look at the size of the party |
It’s six on the mix and Human Percus' |
D.B.C. |
on the keys and the three will discuss, us Cuz we’re the must and the cuts we trust |
Grand Wizard Prince Paul is ya vitamin plus |
We go back and forth, and forth and back |
Wit the rhyme on time, we cuttin’on slack |
Wit the chance to advance, and hand yo dash |
Wit the rhythm that’s flown from U.S. to France |
We got the D.B.C. |
to devastate the keys |
And the light skinned brother on the mix machine |
It’s not a funk machine that cause a heart attack |
But the mighty Prince Paul on the old 8-track |
It’s like that ya’ll, as personality wins |
Frukwan, Delite, Daddy-O, best friends |
You got the time — I got the time |
You got the feeling — I got the shit on right… |
Uh! |
Uh-Uh-Uh! |
— scratched up |