Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
Police in the city
is shuttin all the clubs down
it's lookin like a ghost town
ya know Mary what we gotta do?
Hell Yeah!
we gotta go underground"
To da place from which we all came from
house parties they was always fun
remember tryin to rig a sound system
everybody would bring a donation
when we needed to get a turn table
my man Zulu
would borrow one from aunt Mable
set it up in the corner-
turn the lights down until the mornin'
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But the party ain't started till the speaker's blown
NO! NO! NO!
Run fa ya life!
The party ain't started 'till the speaker's blown
While he was settin up camp
someone else would bring a home stereo amp
with a note from they mama-
"don't turn it up loud or it's a goner"
sorry mama- there's no chance
cause if the shit ain't bumpin'
people ain't gonna dance
"know what I'm sayin'" ("Turn that shit up")
everybody in the place would bring a few speakers
string em all togetha like they was sneakers
and say a prayer- before we turn it on
hopin that the amp- wouldn't get blown.
I asked Mary watcha think of it
"now we need a D.J. to work this shit"
so everybody- would bring a few singles- get
the beat bumpin
and then start to mingle
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Every woman every man wanna move dem feet
every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!
Every brother and every sister
would pay respect up to the ancestors
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