Reasons

(uh uh) it's a Saturday night

Full crew stepping at the function

Keith Lawrence is a weapon of mass destruction

Brixton DJ and he played the funk son

A local hero, yo but now he ain't unsung

Jimmy brought rum, he looking for clean cups

No snacks here you won't be dancing on peanuts

Strictly hot food, keep you nice and strong

So you can go on and on and last long

Everytime I hear this song, this song

I will be played deep brown, the place teared down

Dangerous on the door seen it all before

Coats and bags on the floor by the decks

Me next to DJ, I carry the swing

Fellow his eyes are closed as he exercising, ???

Everybody move a moving, in a unified swing

Gentle up and down fingertips rolling salsa

Mark and Devo in the corner, heading on in by the speaker

Dressed cool never known to freak

Outside by the pool on chairs and bars stools

Are the lovers long term manually discovered

Some for romance, sum in each others pants

Sum debutantes with pool side veterans

What better than you catch a cross delta

And grab a kiss with the moon, that's the number what a

Food still hot cause your pots still steaming

Casey screaming, he's not doing the cleaning

While he's leaning back with a large grin left

After him party would simply start againThis is how I make the party sway

Yo I got more styles than Amsterdam got ashtrays

I blaze in the shadows with my compadres

Cause I stay close to home where I'm known to praise

I was raised down south where running your mouth is something my people know all about

It's a semi professional pastime, gotta get the last line, you know its your shout