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