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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Gap Band
The Gap Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronnie Wilson
Ronnie Wilson
Composer
Charles K. Wilson
Charles K. Wilson
Composer
Aldyn St. John
Aldyn St. John
Composer
A. (Krazy Tee) Ransom
A. (Krazy Tee) Ransom
Composer
Raymond Calhoun
Raymond Calhoun
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ronnie Wilson
Ronnie Wilson
Producer
Charles K. Wilson
Charles K. Wilson
Producer
Jon Gass
Jon Gass
Mixing Engineer

歌詞

Yeah, I think we're gonna win
We're the ones that started this
And we're back to do it again
Deuce, do it, start to hit
Jam, jam, jam
We're the ones that started this
And we're back to do it again
Deuce, do it, start to hit
Jam, jam
The music is set
And I'm getting hyped
When I heard it, I had to grab the mic
I must say, it's been a while
But before the jam is over
You will know who's down, this is
From G-A-P-M-E, MC Crazy T
Dropping a bomb like it ain't no thing
If you wanna dance, so from the party train
Keep slamming, even early in the morning
Pumping enough to keep your heart burning
Chilling, and the place to be with me
Though D-E-E-E-P, like it's supposed to be
Musically inclined, I ain't lying
Just damn through the jam
And stop trying, up on the move to groove
Never lose to a sucker, we still number one
So jam, jam, the jam
You'll drop the bar on jam
And the jamar
You'll drop the bar on jam
We're the ones that started this
And we're back to do it again
Deuce, do it, start to hit
Jam, jam, jam
We're the ones that started this
And we're back to do it again
Deuce, do it, start to hit
Jam, jam, jam
You got me jamming me and my
You got me jamming me and my
We saw that dance and it shall continue
You try to imitate but it's just not in you
Try to take the name from the book of the three
Put it on in the house, that's G-A-P
Fingers never told, tapping, jaw jacking like a mother
Whoop up in your gums, you know where you got it
Try to claim a style from somebody else
Boy, what you gotta say for yourself
You need to be ashamed, trying to sue somebody's rules
Getting paid off a tray, sorry suckers won't move
Gap is back with a slam called Jay
I'm ready to attack, go right with this new track
You had your chance, you disrespected
We don't like that, so have you been selected
To get jammed on, brother
Boy, I'll knock you down
Jam to the mother
You ain't the champ, you'll drop the ball on the champ
I stand here, for your luck
You ain't the champ, you'll drop the ball on the champ
I stand here, for your luck
You ain't the champ, you'll drop the ball on the champ
Written by: A. (Krazy Tee) Ransom, Aldyn St. John, Anthony Ransom, Charles K. Wilson, Raymond Calhoun, Ronnie Wilson
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