Ali G Indahouse

1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin your heart cause I know you got sould (brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if youre missin yall Swingin while Im singin Givin whatcha gettin Knowin what I know While the black bands sweatin And the rhythm rhymes rollin Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power Chorus As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that youve realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough From the heart Its a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothins strange People, people we are the same No were not the same Cause we dont know the game What we need is awareness, we cant get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the power Chorus Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and john wayne Cause Im black and Im proud Im ready and hyped plus Im amped Most of my heroes dont appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Dont worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (get it) lets get this party started right Right on, cmon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be

This is how we do it. Its friday night, and I feel all right The party is here on the west side So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up Designated driver take the keys to my truck Hit the shore cause Im faded Honeys in the street say, monty, yo we made it! It feels so good in my hood tonight The summertime skirts and the guys in kani All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and its all because (this is how we do it) South central does it like nobody does (this is how we do it) To all my neighbors you got much flavor (this is how we do it) Lets flip the track, bring the old school back (this is how we do it) This is how we do it, all hands are in the air And wave them from here to there If youre an o.g. mack or a wanna-be player You see the hoods been good to me Ever since I was a lower-case g But now Im a big g. the girls see I got the money A hundred-dollar bills yall If you were from where Im from then you would know That I gotta get mine in a big black truck You can get yours in a 64 Whatever it is, the partys underway So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and its all because (this is how we do it) South central does it like nobody does (this is how we do it) Ynv, scc, all my homies (this is how we do it) Ill never come wack on an old school track Rap: Check it out! Once upon a time in 94 Montell made no money and life sure was slow All they said was 68 he stood And people thought the music that he made was good There lived a d.j. and paul was his name He came up to monty, this is what he said You and og are gonna make some cash Sell a million records and well make in a dash