Bring it Back

[Lil Rob] That's right [Fingazz] Yo Lil Rob [Lil Rob] Hey, what's happenin', man [Fingazz] Hey man, there seems to be a problem on the back dance floor [Lil Rob] What is it? [Fingazz] Man, these bitches ain't gettin' freaky enough [Lil Rob] Is that is? No problem Give me 1200cc's of Technique 1150cc's of Nu Mark [Fingazz] Nu Mark? [Lil Rob] Yeah, Nu Mark 4 dose of C.B.B. 35 750cc's of GBW and stand back [Lil Rob {Lil Rob slowed down}] (Verse 1) Now that I got your attention Let me take you into a different dimension Overhead and that's a good freshin' Back in time, live and rewind, that's the direction Book another studio session So I could perform this old school disection Look at the park, brought it back Old school style, hombre, got a lot of that I've got my {records} I mix on the {mixer} I'm scratchin' on my {turntables} It's bumpin' out the {speakers} Mirror, mirror, crooked on the wall Who is the baddest vato of them all I mean Who is the one that they always call To get the party people up off the wall Up tempo, that's the momentum Beats made with venom, out to go get 'em They can't get away, fuck no, we won't let 'em Why? But they want to, the way that we sweat 'em Fuck yeah, homeboy, we just wreck 'em Streets of the beast, and sweep, and just take 'em Take microphones and microphone check 'em Spit the kind of shit that makes them respect 'em The sharp knife, the crease on the denim Makin' sure, that you don't forget 'em Twelve Eighteen, that's the operation {Hit the dancefloor with no hesitation} Chorus: Lil Rob Bring back the pop-lockin' Body-rockin' music Guaranteed to get the party started Now listen to the DJ get retarded {*Fingazz scratching*} Bring it back, now DJ, bring it back, now Bring it back DJ Bring it back, now (Verse 2) Old with the new, I take moves and bend 'em Take some old school records and bend 'em Scratchin' and mixin', mixin' and scratchin' My Satisfaction is The reaction Some Do the head spinnin' Til the wax spin back Til the heads bend, people clappin' people Laughin', good time, havin' people dancin' {Just imagine the party with lots of action} I grab the perfect elixor Two turntables, speakers and a mixer Beats and lyrics that are sure to hit ya If not, then I got a phat joint to fix ya Mixed so much, that my fingers blister So fast, you can't even take a picture Bring it back, let it go in rotation It's tight, {but no hyperventilatin'} Repeat Chorus (Verse 3) One I know how to keep the party spun (Two) World Class just like the Wreckin' Cru (One) We party until we see the sun (Bounce) Diggin' in the crates, time to operate Break: Lil Rob {Lil Rob slowed down} With old school {records} (Yeah) A brand new {mixer} I'm right, in some {turntables} It's tweakin' out the {speakers} Now DJs, spin my {records} Then cut it with the {mixer} Put this one on your {turntable} Get 'em on the floor like 1984 Repeat Chorus