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Give it to me



Get on the dancefloor

Start to clap your hands for

The smooth operator, what more can your ask for

The musical maestro

That's usin the mic so

I can spark up the entire place like nitro-

Glycerine because the crowd is sizzlin

Bobbin they heads to what's said and still listenin

I specialize in fun

And I must know what's happenin 'cause you're dancin like re-run

So behold the natural born soul, a rhythm

To get em and hit em as I party with em

My job is to make you all feel this

But i'm not don cornelius

I'm just a new black cesar here to please ya, ease ya

Movin and groovin, provin, soothin at your leisure

I don't sing or yell

But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than Ma Bell

The brain of the Kane's so intelligent

You think dancin is irrelevant

And start stompin like a elephant

But that's not necessary, just let the beat carry

You into somethin funkadelic

That might best describe

The musical vibe you feel when I arrive

From the moment I walk through the door

I gotta keep em on the floor



Get up and dance and move your body across the floor

Go on and do your thing until you're feelin sore

(I can't dance no more)

Get on up and dance

(Let's dance)

Get on up and dance

(Give it here)

Get on up and dance

(Funky)



Look

You came in the disco

Thinkin it would be just low

But i'ma make sure you enjoy this show

You won't have a chance to sit down

(Get down)

And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon

A voice that's choice, as strong as sarah vaugh

Swift delivery flowin like a river be

Flowin, but only ladies know my tongue is that slippery

I grab the mic and then we'll see

Who can d-a-n-see-e

Makin the crowd roar for more of what they saw

And I'm sure that I can keep em on the floor



{Chorus}



Oh

Feel like i'm down here by myself sometimes

I'm ready to break this groove down

You're ready



So I'ma let the music just stop

And we gon' get into our own thing for a minute here

You're ready



Break it down



Keep on dancin

(Keep on dancin)



(Dance)



Bring in paramedics to relieve the

Trace of this bad case of dance fever

'cause I can feel the disco heat gettin to me

While the sweat got my silk drawers stickin to me

But I can't stop, I gotta party

Like a gun on the dancefloor and catch a body

I might move real smooth

Then again dance real silly

Just like a hillbilly

As i make sure the beat is kept

So all the party people stay in step

Become a slave to the rhythm

Grab someone of the opposite sex and dance with em

Put your partner on the floor and face em

That shows a positive sign of unification

And if all party goers could make this move

We'd be one nation under a groove

So let's try this, stop the violence

That can only result in peace from what I sense

To be straight to the point

A little love and harmony - mh (it's the joint)

So build a nation, pump the bass and

The treble beyond the level of imagination

So the Big Daddy Kane can endure

And the name of this tune is Keep Em on the Floor



(Everybody get up)

Writer : A. HARDY
Copyright : Lyrics © CAK ENTERTAINMENT INC