Never the less am I dressed for the occasion, it's number 32 now heres the situation. If the beat moves your feet then don't change the station. Pack you bags cuz were leavin on a permanent vacation. Well, I'm a disaster, a micro phone master. Put on the tape and rock the ghetto blaster. It's not about the money cars hotels or resorts It's about sweatin' all the bitches in the biker shorts. I'm dave brown sound and you see me runnin' late Cuz I'm always makin' time to make your girly feel great. And I'm bizzy d from way down town I'm known to rock a mic like a king was a crown. When I'm on top I'm gonna borrow that booty hustlin' deals like mickey macootie. When I wake up I like a pound of beacon, start off the day with my arteries shakin'. Rock, it's what we're all about, it's what we live for c'mon and shout it out(x4) Well, I bring down the house in every city we play Just by pickin' up the mic in a usual way We rock and talk with a bass that's farty We could even tear it up at a grade school party
Well, I can keep the beat but I can't break dance It's hard to look cool in crazy pants But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack It's my personal way to bring the 80's back
Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries High cholesterol, gettin' grease in my eyes I was drinkin' underage, I belong on stage Hello, rock 'n roll, goodbye minimum wage
I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic control Makin' rhymes with the letters in my cereal bowl Lucky number seven, every dice I roll Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol
Rock, it's what we're all about It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out Rock, it's what we're all about It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out
Rock, it's what we're all about It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out Rock, it's what we're all about It's what we live for, c'mon shout it out.