Do It to the Crowd

Lyrics

[Skit] Here we come, walkin' down the str— Hey Shameek, what are you fuckin' stupid? There's a fuckin' crowd out there! Don't worry about it [Intro] Get— Get down King Shameek Get— Get— Get down— down King— King— Shameek— Shameek— Get down now [Chorus] Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean? [Verse 1] Dance, move, shake your butt to this groove King's on the cuts, you can't lose Rippin' up the wax, takin' out the wack Keep the weak asleep, then he goes for a playback Woah, oh, here it comes, another rainy day King caused a storm, press record and play For your chance to dance, get up and boogaloo He's so dope they even had it on the news S-H-A-M-double-E-K My definition for dance, comprende? Back to back, side to side and on your lap You suckers takin' notes, did you get that? There goes another wick-wack DJ Tryin' to catch and match what Shameek play Another sucker bitin' dust when the king is in the mood (Ahh) Ooh [Chorus] Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean? [Post-Chorus] Yeah, boy [Verse 2] Clear you ear, hear what I'm sayin' Now you're inside, then stay inside Let your body glide as the record slide Shameek's gonna burn the wax, play it back If you ask, he'll cut all tracks To the crowd, Shameek's gonna let go Just to see how low can you go? Musical wizard on the verge of being dope Steady spins with the lyrics the twins wrote Gettin' down, never clownin' around And the sound has you doin' the James Brown Cut executive, cuttin' consecutive seconds To make Twin Hype hit records He's number one and this I vow Shameek, do it to the crowd [Chorus] Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean? [Post-Chorus] Here I come— Here I come to save the day [Verse 3] King Shameek in effect on the DJ set Comin' correct on stage, rippin' up wax Non-believers go ahead, ask this crowd And they'll declare that King Shameek, go ahead, tear that Record up, don't stop 'til the needle splits (Aww shit) Just look at the crowd he pulls My boy is gettin' paid in full As the record rotates He persists to look great from state to state No bore, where's the encore? King Shameek, hip-hop connoisseur Yo, the time is now, King Shameek (Yeah) Just do it to the c— [Interlude] Yeah, boy, clap— clap— clap your hands Clap your hands like this Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— How low can you go? I really haven't seen this many people in one place Do it to the crowd Shameek, let's house this crowd [Refrain] Do it to the crowd (Can you feel the beat?) Do it to the crowd (Can you feel the beat?) [Chorus] Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean? Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean? [Outro] Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it, yeah, dope Do it, do it, do it Do it, do it, do it