{3X} Don't y'all know you can't hold me down {3X} {Interlude: Puff Daddy} Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake it {repeat 8X:} (c'mon, I see you, yeah, shake that booty c
up body all made up Platinum played up Pearl Jam cut up Roxanne Roxanne you don't really have to put on ya red dress if you feeling kind of blue She got
bat and shake up the levels from New York to Montego It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro
no more Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74 Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well damn, how the
s loud and proud the rhyme is mine and the jam of party time We're well equipped to flip and trip you out I never slip but I rip the jam no doubt So grab
game So check out the Master as he cuts these jams And look at us with the mics in our hands Then take a count, 1 2 3 Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C. He's Jam
ya make up body all made up Platinum played up Pearl Jam cut up Roxanne Roxanne you don't really have to put on ya red dress if you feeling kind of blue
Fuck Wit Wu-Tang Clan Ain't Nuttin Ta Fuck Wit There's noplace to hide once I step inside the room Dr. Doom, prepare for the boom BAM! Aw, MAN! I SLAM JAM
drive crash to C colon backslash (C:/) Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga [Wyclef] One two, watch out for the man in blue Three
cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible
stairs Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock
land to down that show - with 2 shoes and a magic hand man now it's aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin there's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole
me lookin' Oh, and you really Got me cookin', oh My heart went flip My brain went skip I said c'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon I'm hot now I
what I would do While loud on this staff like birds one and two My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burough You get hurt up, word up, jam-med like
You went to school to still run in the street Back in the day, you know a raw nigga like me don't play I'ma blue B L A C K black-ass nigga Suck my dick
don't let the bedbugs bite Going way out when I'm aiming to please You havin' a good time, climb up my trees C'mon what you waiting for? C'MON