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(feat. Maseo) [Maseo (DV Alias Khrist)] Whooo! C'mon, (yea yea) C'mon, (Brooklyn) My colleges I want y'all to do one thing (What's that, what's that?) You hear it? (What, what?) (Uh-huh, uh-huh) [repeat in background of all choruses] {"Move, stomp, move, stomp"} [Chorus: DV Alias] All my people get up and do your, thing All my ladies get up and do your, thing All my fellas get up and do your, thing Everybody get up and do your, thing [Verse 1] Ladies and gentlemen, yeah it's me again DV slash to K The master from how to MC-n-sing But I keep a humble attitude Far from rude, ex that I hear the beat and hundreds improve Letras de cancionesGet up on the dancefloor It's been a long time comin like Sam Cook So what this man cooks has gotta be hot to keep you movin It's time to blast off Cuz most cats ain't singin nothin, and they think that's the formula Don't quit ya day job fella Cuz ya dealin with brothers that do this for a livin Dynasty, Beega Marv, we here to stop all the drillin For those who like sinnin [Chorus: DV Alias] All my people get up and do your, thing (Come on!) All my ladies get up and do your, thing (Come on!) All my fellas get up and do your, thing (Come on!) Everybody get up and do your, thing [Verse 2] Aiyyo stop what ya doin cuz DV's about to ruin The wick-wick wack that your used to Got thugs, slammin they deuce-deuce When ya hear this club-banger, produced by Maseo Brooklyn, yea you know how it go Got Brownsville up in my veins So much that a tattoo couldn't even hide my tracks, but I maintain and stay calm - and drop bombs Like if my name was, Flex or Saddam Don't be alarmed huh, cuz this ain't a test It's DV Alias live in the flesh When SMG's in the house there's no contest So I suggest that.. [Chorus: DV Alias] All my people get up and do your, thing (Come on!) All my ladies get up and do your, thing (Come on!) All my fellas get up and do your, thing (Come on!) Everybody get up and do your, thing (Come on!) [Verse 3] Yo, all my people in the place if ya loud let's turn the threb' up While the "Ain't No Wait" thump pumps hard in ya chest Everybody drenched in the sweat from dancin all night It's a party y'all, so there's no need for the fights We gets viza-viggity crunk, like the Malerna cats Where the porevas and the players sip the Henny, Coniyac Gangsta Boo's in the back yellin "Where the dollas at? " And the thugs reply "In my pocket, where it's stayin at" I'm scratchin off, any course placed in my way Then my plan is, to snatch a couple Grammies off the stage, and yell "Brooklyn!" And hold one up for Front Page You and the little ones see though for my dawgs are out the way I ain't comin in this game to play I ain't really with the fame, but I love what I do And I hope some'll feel the same But if not, it's all good I'ma get mines regardless cuz it's all 'bout the goo [Chorus x2: DV Alias] All my people get up and do your, thing (Come on!) All my ladies get up and do your, thing (Come on!) All my fellas get up and do your, thing (Come on!) Everybody get up and do your, thing (Come on!) [DV Alias] Yea yea DV Alias Khrist 'Roll or be rolled over' That's the slogan Stop playin VMR, Dynasty De La Soul, Native Tongues, takin over Pop that deck.. From Letras Mania