The Show

Lyrics

We're in the old skool
 We're in the old skool
 Y'all know how we doing it
 It's uptown style
 It's the world's favourite bros
 Meet man Hot one and Dame Dash
 Here we go
 Excuse me Doug E. Fresh
 Yes
 Have you ever seen a show when fellow on the mic
 Wit' one million rhymes and don't come out right
 They bit, they're never right, that's not polite
 Am I lying
 No, you're quite right
 But tonight on this very mic you're about to hear
 We swear the best star rappers of the year
 So, so, cherrio, (get yo' groove on) let's scream brother
 Also if you didn't know this is called the show
 Yeah big shout out to ol' London, the bank he's robbin'
 Osha, Brooke, John McNally, Jessica Kowan
 We're in the old skool, the world famous Brewster beats
 Hey yo' Doug? What?
 Put your Ballies on
 Yo Rick I was about to but I need the shoehorn
 Why, because the shoes always hurt my corn
 I gotta say 6 minutes,
 I gotta say 6 minutes,
 Doug E. Fresh you're on
 Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on
 Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on
 Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on
 Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on
 Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on
 Ah ah on, ah ah on, ah ah ah ah ah ah ah on
 Tell my man Hollywood we used to do it like this
 Here we go (here we go)
 C'mon (c'mon)
 Here we go (here we go)
 C'mon (c'mon)
 Yo' where's lib at
 Well I don't know they're late
 Tell 'em the time, oh I forgot the date
 Man you did it again, oh no
 (Yo, here we go, c'mon, here we go, c'mon, here we go)
 (Think we missed the show)
 No, no n-n-n-no we didn't
 No, n-n-n-n-no we didn't
 No we didn't, well don't get us wrong
 Excuse me Doug E, excuse me Doug E
 Excuse me Doug E. Fresh you're on
 Ah ah on, on, on, on, on
 Yeah big shout out to ol' London, the bank he's robbin'
 Osha, Brooke, John McNally, Jessica Kowan
 Sherri, as we continue on, we gonna check it
 We on that old skool, it's the world famous Brewster beats (Come on)
 Well now, it's getting serious, here we go
 Work it out
 Get your groove on, stop playing
 Get your groove on, stop playing
 You work it, stop playing
 Get your groove on, stop playing
 Come on
 (Get your groove)
 (Get your groove)
 (Get your groove)
 (Get your groove)
 (Get your groove)
 (Get your groove)
 Yeah, big shout out to my man Jake Black (Cuzzo)
 Kevin Childs, gents (Oh my God)
 Well it started up on 8th Avenue
 And I made up the name the Get Fresh Crew
 It was me, my true DJ Sherona, that would be
 My right hand man Ricky D
 I used to rap and sing, make sounds and things
 And for example, here's a telephone ring
 (Ring, ring) hello, is Doug E. Fresh here
 It's flavour, listen I like the way it's going
 (No, he's not in right now) Cool
 But anyway, no more delay
 Just check out the new style I display
 Now you got to be fresh to rock wit fresh
 And I'm D-o-u-g-i-e Fresh
 And I'm known for the
 Not for the
 The human beat box on the Entertainer
 No other label that fit me plainer
 In a passing generation, I am a remainder
 And I'm also known as a beat box trainer
 Cashing checks, make sound effects
 And after I'm finish rocking, Slick Rick is on next
 (You know it) Slick Rick
 Well here's a little something that needs to be heard
 Doug, I was walking downtown (word Rick) word
 (Sure) all along, no one to be wit
 Step on the d-train, at 205th
 I saw a pretty girl (so)
 So I sat beside her
 Then she went roar, like she was Tony the Tiger
 I said, oh darn, there has been a mistake
 Honey, my name's Slick Rick, not Frosty Flake
 (Oh, golly wolly) she was raised in hell
 She said, um, my name is Maggie
 But call me Michelle
 Bust a move, we show and prove
 Hey, yo, Doug, do that record jam on a groove
 

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Duration
04:26
Key
1
Tempo
102 BPM

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