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Run D M C Come On Everybody

.. D.M.C.. And you're listening to the sounds.. as we take you onnnnnn down.. to the lasssssssssssst STOP! [Chorus: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 4X)] Come on everybody

, throw 'em up Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em When the beat come back around, everybody do it again Do the East side run this mutha for ya, hell no Do my South side run

better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D

survive in these streets come see it for your self how live it can be MILWAUKEE to the chi back down to the d michigan, illinois, sho-nuff killa boys standin' on

come for you? Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy, C's Uncle Charlie, Little Boo God's got 'em and I'm gonna miss everybody I done roll with flows

the business? D.C., what's the business? Chi town, what's the business? I'm from a place called Compton, California Most of my dogs smoke marijuana Most on the run

games I'm grown, on 26 chrome Inside of my truck is ESPN Zone Shame on a nigga, that try to run game on a nigga I bring pain on a nigga [Chorus] [Sheek

dope always pimpin' hoe's I know its those that don't believe What I'm sayin' on the mic right So baby, D won't you tell them what it's like It's kinda

the east to the fuckin? west side Nigga down to ride 'cause I'm soldierfied Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide Look nigga I'm gon' run