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Run D M C Come On Everybody

on down To the last stop Come on everybody, let's all get down Come on everybody, let's all get down Come on everybody, let's all get down Come on everybody

I'm blowin' up your spot by remote Mr. Cut Throat J-Ro: I"m from Cystal-ifornia I warned ya I'd be on ya The Ro is outer national Cold as Henne

My squad is on fire And till death do us If the label wanna sue us Yo I’m taking the reels I’m the man with the gat that be ready to peel I’m the one

or here on the scene Sounds of the zeekers just not a dream Verse 4: rumpletilkinz I’m drizzy on may I’m be on the ill tate I’m simply teaching I representing

greatest" Knowing as a shorty, I was always told That if I ain't gon' be part of the greatest I gotta be the greatest myself C'mon C'mon, Yeah, C

get tired now everybody wanna put they dope on me sayin' I won't get searched by the LAPD I'm sitting on a doorway duece five Dependin on that to

s tonight (Verse 2) It's ain't nothin' like Havin' a party on the block When everybody know everybody on the block And everybody on the block Come to the party on

, throw 'em up Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em When the beat come back around, everybody do it again Do the East side run this mutha for ya, hell no Do my South side run

better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D