Trolley Stop

In a little while from now

If I'm not feelin any less down

I promise myself to pack my bags and visit a nearby town

And climb into the top

Or grab the microphone and rock

And all the party people in the place to be will say

DAMN THAT BOY CAN ROCK

Now everybody in the place

Clap your hands

And everybody in the space

Clap your hands

To all the people in the party

Clap your hands

C'mon rock your body

Clap your hands

Now everybody feel good

Clap your hands

And let me be understood

Clap your hands

We came to get down

Clap your hands

And to the funky fresh sound

Clap your hands

Uh puerto rico!

Jump on it [x3]

And everybody on the east coast!

Jump on it [x3]

And to my people on the west side!

Jump on it [x3]

And if you in that midwest ha!

Jump on it [x3]

Now what you hear is not a test I'm just a rappin to the beat

I got a crease in my dickies and a fresh white tee with diadoras on my feet

I hope you understand that my one and only plan

Is to make you feel good make you clap your hands

And once the feelin hits your body then you act and dance and c'mon!

I spit that uptown body rock raddy ha

And will a nigga ever shut me down probably not

Cause ever since I was a young lad I crushed mcs kickin ass takin names at the trolley stop

And everybody know

I got a lot a flow

I'm from that mag to the melph to the calliope

I'm well known in the spots where you barely go

And on the designated spot rockin ever-y show

Now take it to the dirty south now

And jump on it [x3]

And I'll pay for it

If I want it [x3]