Go Go Go Go Go
Let it roll, let it roll.
Let it roll, let it roll.
Give me a mike,
I get hiked.
Doug Lazy in spotlight, ron spiel.
I get ill
and watch the records turn like a windmill.
I'm on track,
when I hit this as a matter of fact.
I don't miss this target,
I score like a maksman.
Breakdown and I'm sparking like a jump the cable,
cos I'm able to rock this label.
And I'm on with triple-swifter
I'm the 5th gear, I'm the shifter
You can gift this like a present,
bass is loud, but never unpleasent.
So when the music's got your soul, yo,
just let it roll, let it roll.
House grooves, it's contolling yall
and I'm rolling like a bowling ball
I'm hiked up, so believe that.
suckers trying hard to achieve rap 'n' house,
but I'm better, think I'm lying.
Take another guess,
get it wrong again and I step in.
This jam has got you checking,
getting fooled with the house grooves.
Doug Lazy - gettin' crazy, like a fox.
I ain't a fool, you're not a pigeon,
get off the stool, face the rhythm.
As for points I adore this.
So when the music's got your soul, yo,
just let it roll, let it roll.
Let it roll, let it roll.
Dim the lights, but keep me well in.
You step to me you're wearing a helmet,
base is rockin' hitting that ceranium.
I get wild like a tasmanian devil,
so let the music cure me.
The last rapper who tried to endure,
he caught it, like a kite to blow.
I rap fast too nice for slow.
But not to sit with, don't deny Doug Lazy.
Untrustable, kicking like judo.
I like the porsche and not the yugo.
Competition, can't stop this.
House the crowd, mission accomplished
So when the music's got your soul, yo,
just let it roll, let it roll.
Let it roll, let it roll.
Let it roll, let it roll.
Let it roll, let it roll.
Roll the intro, cos I rock the verse.
The routine is I say first.
Not second or third.
Man, I don't use that crap,
but i'm as high as a bird.
When I start to flow,
move the body and I rock notes.
Like an instrument,
playing in the right pitch.
Rrock the left turntable then switch to the right
It's what I'm saying
to the DJ playing.
While the crowd is slaying,
I keep rocking.
I don't ruin the pace.
Set it off,
check one doing the place don't let up.
Keep pumping, got the groove.
Well ain't that somethin',
so when the music's got your soul, yo,
just let it roll, let it roll, move!
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