Artist Spearhead Album Home Song Runfayalife Every woman every man wanna move dem feet Every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! Police in the city Is shuttin all the clubs down Its lookin like a ghost town Ya know Mary what we gotta do? Hell Yeah! We gotta go underground To da place from which we all came from House partiesthey was always fun Remember tryin to rig a sound system Everybody would bring a donation When we needed to get a turn table My man Zulu Would borrow one from aunt Mable Set it up in the corner Turn the lights down until the mornin chorus But the party aint started till the speakers blown NO! NO! NO! Run fa ya life! The party aint started till the speakers blown While he was settin up camp Someone else would bring a home stereo amp With a note from they mama dont turn it up loud or its a goner Sorry mama theres no chance Cause if the shit aint bumpin People aint gonna dance know what Im sayin Turn that shit up Everybody in the place would bring a few speakers String em all togetha like they was sneakers And say a prayer before we turn it on Hopin that the amp wouldnt get blown I asked Mary watcha think of it now we need a D.J. to work this shit So everybody would bring a few singles get The beat bumpin And then start to mingle chorus Every woman every man wanna move dem feet Every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! Every brother and every sister Would pay respect up to the ancestors We would dance and we would celebrate Even though we live in a police state Then the pigs would try to make a statement With a ticket for noise abatement But we kept it pumpin till the braekadawn Then we told the cops They gotta break the door down And today across the nation dont ya know Its the same situation Alotta cities lookin like a ghost town But the house party will never be shut down No no no! chorus Every woman every man wanna move dem feet Every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! repeat This ones dedicated to all the DJs, rappers Promoters, producers who continue to throw Jams in the face of adversity. Peace Peace to the informal nation. Word Up!
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