job is done, you found a lover and someone cares This kinda love Is a once in a lifetime groove (ooh, ooh, ooh) cause this kinda love Is a once in a lifetime groove
like "Never's going to get it" Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics That's why cats be like "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other
us We all tryin to bust, so stick and move, stick and move Nigga on our train just because of our grooves Other niggaz call names to bypass dues Nigga
bandits attack, Planet Rock, Bambaataa Peace to Pylon discovering rap And the DJ that made the first scratch Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats
Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live Via satellite from the Never Never Tunnels Now dig the
'True Lies', kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin
[verse 1] Is the groove good to you Like when you lose your thing Forgetten grits is grocery And eggs is poultry Makin a livin against those makin a
live in other genres While ya favorites just startin We come back to do a soul check Every once in a while like a sonic messiah To find out these cats
the main attraction Goddamn it, those guys ain't got a clue After the show sometimes we Friday nights Together in the talk back lounge Pat each others shoulders try to groove
that's really all reet It's the Calloway Boogie, the Calloway Boogie Keeps you groovin' twenty four hours a day I woke up with the blues the other day The cats
't deaf, you ain't fresh, you're so so If you don't know us by now you'll never know You set that mood when we groove and prove a show The name of the
be like, "Never's going to get it" Never's too much, I'm much too, I do justice to poetics That's why cats be like, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!" Other
like "True Lies," kill 'em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we
like True Lies, Kill em and flee the scene Just bring back the coke or the cream Or else, yo life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank Them cats we fuckin
[?uestlove] Peace to all the hip cats, all the nappy sweets This is the BROther ?uestion, broadcasting live via satellite, from the Never Never Tunnels
! Pay the gate, don't be late It's a date! - whattay' know If y' dig, then you'll dig, it's a groove Quite a groove, 'cause y' t' move Come in twos,
Rock, Bambaataa Peace to Pylon discovering rap And the DJ that made the first scratch Paved the way for Flex, Mister Cee, 'nuff of them cats See, this
light-brown, a box with the right sound was all you needed When it blast...they must move You just proved you're hard like L in Krush Groove And songs
