bob sinclair - lala song | Текст песни

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• bob sinclair
• lala song

Oh Yeah... what's up world?
It's Master Gee and... Sugarhill Gang,
Wonder Mike... and diggity I'm here with my man Bob Sinclar
let's do it [one, two, three . . .]

Lalalala lalala... lalalalla
lalalala lalala… lalala-lalala-lala

[Hen Dogg:]
Back, back, back in the day when the DJs spun on night.
When the parties fun, the mc's come to rock and bless the mic. (oh yeah)
No need to worry, no need to hurry them grooves are just for you (come on)
People poppin and locking, breaking and rocking.
Everybody knows there ain't no stopping.
Come on ya'll get on the floor, we're gonna take you back make you beg for more.
Aint no party like an old school party got an old school party don't stop.
So Dj drop my favourite joint and let me rock the mic.
Now throw your hands high in the air, everybody say: Oh Yeah.

Lalalala lalala... lalalalla (Yeah just do it, do it, do it)
lalalala lalala (High) lalala-lalala-lala (Now somebody, anybody, everybody Scream!)
Lalalala lalala... (yeah this do it, do it, do it) lalalalla (Oh yeah... uh get body come on)
lalalala lalala (It's only, only, only own) lalala-lalala-lala (I like that)
(talk to me) (Wonder Mike, come on and get down)

[Wonder Mike:]
Yes, yes yo! It's Wonder Mike and I like to rock the house.
I'm work that body, work that body and baby just turning it out (Aah).
Abidihibidihophop and don't get stopped, let me see that body rock.
Put your afrojack cup to the side, let me hear you say Alright,
Grooves so funky furious did make you get so serious,
when the people hearin' us they starting to call delirious.
Work it, let's work it, let's work it, work it, work it.
Now somebody, anybody, everybody Scream!

Lalalala lalala... lalalalla (Yeah just do it, do it, do it)
lalalala lalala (High) lalala-lalala-lala (Now somebody, anybody, everybody Scream!)
Lalalala lalala... (yeah tell wave your hands from side to side) lalalalla (eh, oh, eh)
lalalala lalala (It's only, only, only own) lalala-lalala-lala (... here, come on)

[Master Gee:]
One, two, three, four. Step the honor advert for the Master Gee show.
Once upon a time but not long ago when there was no rapstars on tv-shows,
No moviedeal, commercials, Russ and his Cruss just starting to grow.
In them days when you cup the art, you did a sake for the money and adverse for the heart.
Back then you had to be a true believer. Every, all hang at the discofever.
Dj Flash in Hollywood made it happen in the streets of Manhatten.
Brooklyn, Queens and Long Island sound
People came from miles around see us get down
Sox dedicated to the fact that you gotta recognise by nears an' raps

Lalalala lalala... (oh) lalalalla (Yeah just do it, do it, do it)
lalalala lalala (High, down) (come on) lalala-lalala-lala (Now somebody, anybody, everybody Scream!)
Lalalala lalala... (yeah this do it, do it, do it) lalalalla (Oh yeah... uh get body come on)
lalalala lalala (It's only, only, only own) lalala-lalala-lala (I like that)

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