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Lyrics
on and up, on and up, on and baby up
on and up, on and over, baby up
get down, sugar sugar, up and up
on and up, on and up, on and up
this is the sequel, we got the people
peekin in the door callin out for more
come on brethren, feelin irreverent
wackin and wreckin, the samurai seven
excedrin, high-strength, volume: eleven
not hipnotized by the dotted lines and dollar signs
it’s Ma Belle’s fate to ill-communicate
come here quick, it’s the lickin stick
the shot gun, shoot it where he run
tra-la-la-la-la, tipitina-na-na
the Vaughn’s jukebox rocks clocks
so plug it in and turn it on and up
on and up, getting up, up and over
step up, check it, wreckin it
got too many people on the dance floor
just tune in, turn on, and heat em up
a a a a come on, baby up
somebody gotta show em what’s up and up
and that’s me and homie and canario
and Andi and Graci even Billy-o
with the prime function at the booty junction
shake, shake, your money-make
movin, groovin, doin it, you know
countin it, pushin on and up
and ya’ll say boohoo – it ain’t funky enough
you say, wah, wah, wah – it ain’t funky enough
what am I tryin to do? – it ain’t funky enough
wah, wah, wah
come on, we gon, rock on, too strong
bag it, tag it and wrappin it
pushin it, keepin up, shockin it
hip it, hop it, come on cuttin hard, yo
this is the music that I grew up with
so stop harpin on the authenticity myth
if 85’ll wait, and 10’s gon hate
then 5 are gonna push it on and up
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