(uh uh) it's a Saturday night
Full crew stepping at the function
Keith Lawrence is a weapon of mass destruction
Brixton DJ and he played the funk son
A local hero, yo but now he ain't unsung
Jimmy brought rum, he looking for clean cups
No snacks here you won't be dancing on peanuts
Strictly hot food, keep you nice and strong
So you can go on and on and last long
Everytime I hear this song, this song
I will be played deep brown, the place teared down
Dangerous on the door seen it all before
Coats and bags on the floor by the decks
Me next to DJ, I carry the swing
Fellow his eyes are closed as he exercising, ???
Everybody move a moving, in a unified swing
Gentle up and down fingertips rolling salsa
Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker
Dressed cool never known to freak
Outside by the pool on chairs and bars stools
Are the lovers long term manually discovered
Some for romance, sum in each others pants
Sum debutantes with pool side veterans
What better than you catch a cross delta
And grab a kiss with the moon, that's the number what a
Food still hot cause your pots still steaming
Casey screaming, he's not doing the cleaning
While he's leaning back with a large grin left
After him party would simply start again
This is how I make the party sway
Yo I got more styles than Amsterdam got ashtrays
I blaze in the shadows with my compadres
Cause I stay close to home where I'm known to praise
I was raised down south where running your mouth is something my people know all about
It's a semi professional pastime, gotta get the last line, you know its your shout
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