Come on. Check it out, ya'll. (Come on, come on!)
Check it out-- the tribal dance!
(Say that again?)
Feel the force
This is your chance
To get control and do the tribal dance
People started dancing a long time ago
The bass was fast, but then again it was slow
Soul, house, rhythm and blues
It doesn't matter what music you choose
Strike up a dance, this is your chance
To come with me and do the tribal dance!
CHORUS:
You've got to move it
Feel the temperature, into the rhythm
Let the fire burn!
So get into it-- get into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance, the tribal dance!
It started with a tribe who discovered the vibe
Who moved to the rhythm just the way they liked
You hear the treble, you hear the bass
The r-a-y, yeah is on the case
Feel the fire, feel the flame
Do your thing now, don't be ashamed
I have to go now, no offense
I've hooked you up into the tribal dance!
Get it into it! Get into it! Get into the trance!
(CHORUS)
You've got to do the tribal dance! Take your chance!
Take your chance! Take your chance! Tribal dance!
Tribal dance, tribal dance!
Yeah! Oh! Tribal dance! Tribal dance!
CHORUS:
You've got to move it with a temperature
Into
the rhythm that the fire burns!
So get into it-- get
into the trance
This is the rhythm of the tribal dance,
the tribal dance!
(Repeat once)(a.k.a a.k.a the rugged child)
Microphone check one two one two yo
Microphone check one two one two yo
Microphone check one two one two yo
Microphone check one two
chorus (x2)
One's for the money
two's for the show
three's for ya hooker
but we all say HOE!
My slang and my gang bows up the concrete
Like everybeing rocking
Don't sweat the technics
So you got beef
Narrow sony go get ya posse
Cause I've got a mosse, when you wear haratchies
Then you hear me kicking as I own you, it's mad ruggie
The jump on my tip, but I taught nuff to naw it
Cause I let the microphone spark right after dark
And be dropping mad skillz like my name was Pad Mark
The rebel to society
Everyone's trying me
Loking at me strange leave dim raid it'll mase me
Had I did something wrong go and my dumb
Brothers keep stressing, no shorties the one
To make it real snappy, and little nasty-nasty
Things get pawsie-pawsie
And of to be hax me
It'll little gone and still can hold you on, on
Microphone so keep licking on that wish bone
You had you're chans but you feld out on tune,
So you're hanging out with deuce, now you say that rock rues
You make me laugh as you're mom's get smoke
You get ain't like a taffy, and red like the chokes
Flow with the flow from the Wu-tang free-style
You catch yo bow-bow, And they're two's this wild, child
From the Staten the Island, the temple
just an exemple how pop goes the pistole
chorus (x2)
One's for the money
two's for the show
three's for ya hooker
but we all say, HOE!
Here comes the shortie with the tec twenty two
but If you tell Im gonna blast you
From the projects worst ghetto section
So my back but gun from protection
Shortie do-wa, more shoops and tupa'
Come and do with the Wu-tang hip-hop
Shortie wa-wa, shorts sniki sha-sha
Go-go, ga-ga