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I give my props to the speak and spell It taught me grammar in the A-T-L Growing up as a kid in Marietta I puts those beats all into my sampler Played the loops all night on that Casio Dreamin' of hearin' my songs on ur stere-ere-o And I haven't stopped to this day Gimme a guitar and I will start to play Why do you wanna dance? It's the expression I feel when I hear the music in my ear Why do you wanna sing? It's the sound coming out when I'm communicating Rollin around, serving it up Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin around, serving it up Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin around, serving it up Brought ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin' around, serving it up Back to the story and I hit the streets I throw my boombox on my shoulder as i feel the beats Pumping up the FOOTLOOSE by Kenny Loggins Sound hits my ear, It's got my head a bobbin To my ESE's house I wanna go Bust out the Contra, Let's play Nintendo Yes, yes, let's dig through the crates Serve me up a loop and I will throw it on your plate Why do you wanna dance? It's the expression I feel when I hear the music in my ear Why do you wanna sing? It's the sound coming out when I'm communicating Rollin around, serving it up Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin around, serving it up Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin around, serving it up Brought ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin' around, serving it up Rollin around, serving it up Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin around, serving it up Bringin ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin around, serving it up Brought ya'll some Cadillac Phunque Rollin' around, serving it up