Andy Johnson - To The Beat Y'all lyrics

[Lady B] I say clap your hands everybody Everybody clap your hands Just clap your hands everybody Everybody clap your hands Allow me to introduce myself They call me Mrs. DJ I've got my name in the hall of fame By the DJ rhymes I say Now parental discretion is advised We're gonna take this trip aloud Say, the words I speak are very true They're recommended by Triple Crown You see, if you wanna know what moves my soul Or shakes inside my brain I got this beast I can't control And it's driving me insane I got eighteen years' experience I'm the master of karate Said don't nobody mess with me And I don't mess with nobody At the age of one, I was having fun I was listening to the disco beat At the age of two, I was doing to you On turntables one and two I've been number one all my life And I've always played the dozens Said I've got more rhymes in the back of my mind Than Alex Haley's got cousins To the mack, to the mack To the front, to the back Put your foot on the rock and pat your foot Don't stop, put your foot on the rock I've got a style that's all my own You got Lady B on the microphone I'm no Perry Johnson or bu*terball I just stopped by to freak out you all I got a little black book with a thousand pages With a listing of men that rank from all ages To the beat y'all, check it out y'all Don't stop I said Jack and Jill went up the hill To have a little fun But stupid Jill forgot the pill And now they have a son The pot wasn't hot, the corn wasn't on The bu*ter didn't melt 'til the crack of dawn I say, you bring the bu*ter and I'll bring the salt If you don't freak then it ain't my fault I said a-hip hop, a-hip-hip a-hop Hip hip hibbie hibbie hip hop hop I said a-hip, a-hop A-don't stop baby, don't stop baby, don't stop Say do it, do it, do do a-do it Do it, do it good A-just do it, there ain't nothing to it This Lady B and the disco fluid Said a-hip hop a-don't stop Freak(?) on and shock the house I'm a mean, I'm a fiend, I'm a s** machine I could shake the ripples out of (?)shake legged dean(?) I'm gonna tell it to you once, tell it to you shake(?) I'm the baddest politician since Watergate Yes yes y'all, I'm in the house Yes yes y'all, what it's all about Go down, go down, go down, go down Uh-oh, go down From coast to coast, PJ's(?) the man Said he's the one with the master plan He's pleasing ladies day to day And this is what my man would say: "I'm listed in the yellow pages All around the world And I'm wanted by the cops and the FBI For bugging out these sweet young girls Sweet ladies, young ladies Just the ones that I'm gon' see If I don't get a chance to freak with you I'll leave your telephone number with me You see, 'cuz I'll call you up a thousand times At the crack of dawn if your momma don't mind" To the beat y'all, check it out y'all Don't stop [7 measure instrumental break] [Lady B] Said north, east, south, west Said Lady B gonna rock the best To the beat To the DJ's funky beat Lady B, as you know Will rock you on your stereo I'm no John Travolta, no Farrah Fawcett I'll run more miles than Tony Dorsett To the beat To the DJ's funky beat I said take out your ballpoint pen And jot down these lines again Said the beat's so fine it'll blow your mind Way up your back and down your spine Just do it Just do it I know a man with a golden voice He has everything he needs He's got two limousines and one Rolls-Royce That travels at the fastest speed Say Reverend Ike's on the mic Clark Gable's on the turntable Mickey Mouse gon' build a house And Donald Duck don't give a-- Say what? To the beat y'all I say hip hip-a-dop, oh-socialize Come on, boy, and make my nature rise And let's freak Let's freak Rock your body, rock it faster I got a friend he's the grandmaster He'll rock your soul, control your mind Said this is one of them master's lines Me and Superman had a fight I hit him in the head with some kryptonite I hit him so hard he went insane Guess who's bustin out Lois Lane It's him y'all, yes yes y'all He's busting out Lois Lane I said hip-hop b-bop b-bop b-bop bop I said uh-ah, I got it like that To the beat y'all, yes yes y'all Don't stop I'm saying when I die, bury me deep Plant two turntables at my feet Put my mixer near my head So when you close the casket I can rock the dead To the beat y'all, yes yes y'all Let's freak Said hip hop, a-hip hip a-hop Hip, hip hibbie hibbie hip hop hop I said a hip hop, a-don't stop baby Don't stop baby, don't stop To the beat y'all, yes yes y'all Don't stop