Everybody C’mon

Lyrics

[Intro] Na na na na na Na na na na na Na na na na na 1,2,3,4 [Verse 1: Andycat] Years ago we took freestyle raps Got two turntables and we started from scratch Now everytime that we go do a spot, they Say "Yo, Ugly Duckling you rock" So whether you're in shorts or a tux with a cummerbund Movin' like soul brother number one Young Einstein breaks the sticks (You got it) And I could start with an EQ and good mic mix 'Cause it's the microphone I love, I hold her Close with a tug And I give her a snug hug before I plug in the plug Unrap her before I tap her to get her some feedback And it's on so we rap, c'mon [Hook] Na na na na na All the ladies in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the fellas in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the ladies in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the fellas in the place Na na na na na A, B, C, D [Verse 2: Dizzy Dustin] To the I-double Z-Y, I could begin When they get the levels set to let my DJ spin I release what's within, feel free to join in Dizzy is my name but I'mma spell it again D-devistate, I-impress, Z-zestfully clean and fresh Another Z for the zip code that I got on the north Side of town, and Y? Why not? I got the flux capacitator for my Model T Ford With lots of gigawatts to go back to before The items on the floor at your novelty store Need I say more? [Hook] Na na na na na And all the ladies in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the fellas in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the ladies in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the fellas in the place Na na na na na Einstein, break it down like this Einstein, doin' his do (Young ladies from near or far Or whether you're high class or rather bourgoise) [Verse 3: Andycat] Get down as Ugly Duckling unlocks the box like Pandora If you're comin' to the jam ignore the group on stage Yellin' louder than banshees Actin' ready for war like some Comanches And they call themselves hip-hop men Where have you been? You're messin' up now 'cause you didn't know it then And what do we call a crew that can rap like that? Wack! They got a wacky wack style and a wacky wack track There would be more room if those cats played the back Starting from when the line is long until the line is gone Everybody c'mon [Hook] Na na na na na All the ladies in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the fellas in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And all the ladies in the place Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na And everybody c'mon Na na na na na (Young lady, bang!)