Super Disco Breakin'

Well, it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on I move the crowd to the break of, break of dawn Can't rock the house without the party people 'Cause when we're gettin' down, we are all equal There's no better or worse between you and me But I rock the mic so viciously I like pins and needles and words that sting At the blink of an eye, I will do my thing It's like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins I like diggin' down deep in the record bins Well, everybody gettin' down, make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8-0-8 Money-makin', money-money-makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Money-makin', money-money-makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Sometimes I like to brag, sometimes I'm soft spoken When I'm in Holland, I eat the pannenkoeken The worm is the spice, you bring the sauce You can kiss my ass, you funky boss Now that you got what you want, you want more Well, I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door Well, with these funky beats I be goin' head huntin' Shouts to my peeps, let me know if you feel somethin' 'Cause I can give you all you need A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit And if you got a new rhyme, I'll just say so Money-makin', money-money-makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Money-makin', money-money-makin' Super disco, disco breakin' Is Manhattan in the house? Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Is Manhattan in the house? Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Man-man-Manhattan Man-Manhattan Man-Manhattan Manhattan