Let's All Get Down

[Sample] It makes no sense just standin around [Verse 1: Greg Nice] I'm a live nigga, standin out like a rash A live nigga, keep cash in a stash What's the eggs without the corned beef hash? Blowin up like Sarah Dash Jerkin up the neck, known to cause whiplash Dance and get down with me Peep the steelo, the strategy What killed the cat's curiosity? You better believe that I be freakin Rumor has it, the info leakin Same MC that wreck shop at the Beacon Uptown lingo is what I'm speakin So put the pedal to the metal And feet to the ground And peep this uptown sound It makes no sense just standin around Hey, it makes no sense just standin around Chorus: repeat 2X Come on everybody lets all get down Come on everybody lets all get down Come on everybody lets all get down It makes no sense just standin around [Verse 2: Slick Rick] I'm chillin with Nice and Smooth with my Phat Farm outfit They say what up, Rick, what up? Good to see you out, kid Where the party at, askin while relaxin And pop a couple of Moe's listenin to some fat tracks with them Being the kid was locked, want to check the the scene and shit Zulu Nation havin somethin tonight at the arena, Rick Lets get drunk and roll, said they like the sound of it Rolled a couple of blunts, but Ruler wasn't down with it Fans did some, we'll plead and then hit some Work release even if you get caught with weed in yo system Be up north quick, since we all down to roll Went to the club havin the utmost amount of fun Should've heard them groupies scream for Wonder why this brother lookin at me all mean for Ignored it, kept woppin til my neck hurt Then Greg Nice and Smooth did this very same record called Chorus [Verse 3: Smooth B] Happy birthday, what's it worth, say To Papa Smurf, I cover the globe like Earth Day Rollin with G and the Rickster Flavorful Boogie Down mixture We came back to attack with the Ruler You can't get no cooler On our way to the bank Now do the Patty Duke and then do the Spank Come from the heart things spark And keep your eyes glued at the top of the chart Oh shit, it's the man with the fronts and the jewels The kids with the blunts and the tools Sewing up shop like needles Sellin more records than the Beatles So don't be astound It ain't no sense in standin around Chorus