Howie Tee - Come On, Let's Move It lyrics

[ VERSE 1 ] I was proven effective by a clinical test Because some couldn't come to believe I was the best So they tested me, and now they in the clinic They almost arrested me, because I did it But I didn't mean to do it But you had to mess with me, and then you blew it Now you got to chew it, and swallow it all I guess that's the way that you bounce the ball Or somethin like that, my mother always told me Your mother always told me, "Baby, hold me" Don't get mad because you don't get g's And I get extra cheese like pizza You can't keep your girl because you can't please her But let's get back to the fact that's been approven So let me prove it, come on, let's move it (Come on) (Yeah y'all, come on) --] Flavor Flav [ VERSE 2 ] I spent time with the rhyme like a person Rehearsin like a verse in a chapter Of a play, but I rap to Not make money Though you might find it funny But hey, I do it cause I like it, plus it is constructive Enriching to the mind, cause it's mentally productive And I am one who seeks special education Cause I can't learn from the system of my nation Or should I say my residence run by dead presidents Cause my mother and brother and father are ]From the motherland of another land called Jamaica Some of them say God, some of them say Jah is the Maker But I say why say and who is to say Cause you make yourself what you are today And only to yourself do you have to prove it So come on, let's move it (Yeah y'all, come on) [ VERSE 3 ] Straight from the heart and a shot to the brain To the hand on the pen and then flaunt the fame And fortune, s**ers I be schorchin and torchin On and on to victory, me, I be marchin Each and every day, reachin out to pay My respects and checks to everybody that helped me on the way To where I've gotten, thanks a lot and Everybody out there buyin records by the carton Thanks to the banks and thanks to the label Thank you everybody with my record on your turntable Thanks to the sellers and the distributors Everybody thank your moms cause she delivered us Thanks to your pops, he gave the drops of life Thanks ot the Lord, the sword, the double knife That I use to fight evil like I fight s**ers Damn, I like jam, so I wanna thank Smuckers Thanks to my deejay and thanks to my producer Thanks to the girls cause you let me seduce ya Thanks to the posse around the way And thanks to the fans that paved the way You're coming to the jams, throw your hands in the air and prove it Come on, let's move it (Yeah y'all, come on)