Twin Hype Do It To The Crowd
[Skit]
Here we come, walkin' down the str—
Hey Shameek, what are you f..ckin' stupid? There's a fuckin' crowd out there!
Don't worry about it
[Intro]
Get— Get down
King Shameek
Get— Get— Get down— down
King— King— Shameek— Shameek— Get down now
[Chorus]
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean?
[Verse 1]
Dance, move, shake your butt to this groove
King's on the cuts, you can't lose
Rippin' up the wax, takin' out the wack
Keep the weak asleep, then he goes for a playback
Woah, oh, here it comes, another rainy day
King caused a storm, press record and play
For your chance to dance, get up and boogaloo
He's so dope they even had it on the news
S-H-A-M-double-E-K
My definition for dance, comprende?
Back to back, side to side and on your lap
You suckers takin' notes, did you get that?
There goes another wick-wack DJ
Tryin' to catch and match what Shameek play
Another sucker bitin' dust when the king is in the mood (Ahh)
Ooh
[Chorus]
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean?
[Post-Chorus]
Yeah, boy
[Verse 2]
Clear you ear, hear what I'm sayin'
Now you're inside, then stay inside
Let your body glide as the record slide
Shameek's gonna burn the wax, play it back
If you ask, he'll cut all tracks
To the crowd, Shameek's gonna let go
Just to see how low can you go?
Musical wizard on the verge of being dope
Steady spins with the lyrics the twins wrote
Gettin' down, never clownin' around
And the sound has you doin' the James Brown
Cut executive, cuttin' consecutive seconds
To make Twin Hype hit records
He's number one and this I vow
Shameek, do it to the crowd
[Chorus]
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean?
[Post-Chorus]
Here I come—
Here I come to save the day
[Verse 3]
King Shameek in effect on the DJ set
Comin' correct on stage, rippin' up wax
Non-believers go ahead, ask this crowd
And they'll declare that
King Shameek, go ahead, tear that
Record up, don't stop 'til the needle splits (Aww shit)
Just look at the crowd he pulls
My boy is gettin' paid in full
As the record rotates
He persists to look great from state to state
No bore, where's the encore?
King Shameek, hip-hop connoisseur
Yo, the time is now, King Shameek (Yeah)
Just do it to the c—
[Interlude]
Yeah, boy, clap— clap— clap your hands
Clap your hands like this
Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh— Uh—
Uh— Uh— How low can you go?
I really haven't seen this many people in one place
Do it to the crowd
Shameek, let's house this crowd
[Refrain]
Do it to the crowd (Can you feel the beat?)
Do it to the crowd (Can you feel the beat?)
[Chorus]
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean?
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Yeah, dope
Do it, do it, do it, do it to the crowd
Can you feel the beat? Know what I mean?
[Outro]
Do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it, yeah, dope
Do it, do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it
