7a3
7a3 - Everybody Get Loose lyrics
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Yo Schoolly, drop that beat! [Just-Ice] (Goin way back) Yeah 1-2 y'all Go somethin like this [VERSE 1: Bret E.B.] Pay attention when I'm speakin, yo, hear what I'm sayin? I'm not givin an order, but you're obeyin Yeah, I'm born in Brooklyn and moved to Cali I wear my Filas cause I don't like Bally's Livin large, checks comin for residuals Hang with the 3, but I'm still an individual Just another dog, but it's okay with me Cause I'm s-t-r-o-n-g [?????] cold losin their minds Lookin at the 3 and seeing dollar signs For all you gangbangers, tonight is the truth Everybody in the house, we're gonna get loose Yo, break it down now Ah yeah Ha-ha [VERSE 2: Bret E.B.] Let's get it started, get the crowd movin Wild and loose, it keeps the ladies groovin Cause that is the job and the job gets done Make you crazy in the moonlight, burn you up in the sun In the beginning there was doubt in your opinion Slept on the trio, but now look who's grinnin All the way to the bank to make the deposit Keep food on the table and gear in the closet Takin off on a flight of the sparrow If this were Egypt you'd look upon pharaoh Bret will proceed, then proceed with caution To all my enemies, I wish you good fortune This is my destiny, we always knew this Cause we got done and could do this I'm in the party, gonna give you a boost Everybody in the house, let's get loose [VERSE 3: Bret E.B.] To whom it may concern, yes, we're intellectual Your lady loves it and wants to make it sexual [?????????] then you start to fess Because we're wild with this and our minds we express To the weak we're kind, but let us remind Not on a dissin mission, but stay off my line Cause Hollywood is good, but Brooklyn is bumpin Ladies each places the three are humpin Are you confused by the way that I talk? No, it's not a action, this is East New York Guaranteed up in the party, got so much juice Come on everybody, because we're gonna get loose [VERSE 4: Bret E.B.] Downtown brothers with an Uptown swing And for all you shit-poppers, you heard nothing It doesn't really matter what you do or say You say it can't be done? Pssss, no comprende Oogie-boogie-woogie was in '73 Don't play or beef, we'll rock the m-i-c Bret is the bass (and I am the tenor) Muggs adds the scratch and we all live in splendor I love the girlies, I won't even front My brother loves the money, I have to be blunt Because this is reality, the truth we speak The party [????] pump till we reach our peak Because boredom is babblish, mere anxiety Caused by stress through our society Fuck the rules, cause they don't mean a damn I rock the party, Muggs drop the jams So everybody in the house, no excuse Cause the posse's in the house and we're gonna get loose