7A3

7A3 - Everybody Get Loose

rate me

Yo Schoolly, drop that beat!

[Just-Ice] (Goin way back)

Yeah

1-2 y'all

Go somethin like this

[VERSE 1: Bret E.B.]

Pay attention when I'm speakin, yo, hear what I'm sayin?

I'm not givin an order, but you're obeyin

Yeah, I'm born in Brooklyn and moved to Cali

I wear my Filas cause I don't like Bally's

Livin large, checks comin for residuals

Hang with the 3, but I'm still an individual

Just another dog, but it's okay with me

Cause I'm s-t-r-o-n-g

[?????] cold losin their minds

Lookin at the 3 and seeing dollar signs

For all you gangbangers, tonight is the truth

Everybody in the house, we're gonna get loose

Yo, break it down now

Ah yeah

Ha-ha

[VERSE 2: Bret E.B.]

Let's get it started, get the crowd movin

Wild and loose, it keeps the ladies groovin

Cause that is the job and the job gets done

Make you crazy in the moonlight, burn you up in the sun

In the beginning there was doubt in your opinion

Slept on the trio, but now look who's grinnin

All the way to the bank to make the deposit

Keep food on the table and gear in the closet

Takin off on a flight of the sparrow

If this were Egypt you'd look upon pharaoh

Bret will proceed, then proceed with caution

To all my enemies, I wish you good fortune

This is my destiny, we always knew this

Cause we got done and could do this

I'm in the party, gonna give you a boost

Everybody in the house, let's get loose

[VERSE 3: Bret E.B.]

To whom it may concern, yes, we're intellectual

Your lady loves it and wants to make it sexual

[?????????] then you start to fess

Because we're wild with this and our minds we express

To the weak we're kind, but let us remind

Not on a dissin mission, but stay off my line

Cause Hollywood is good, but Brooklyn is bumpin

Ladies each places the three are humpin

Are you confused by the way that I talk?

No, it's not a action, this is East New York

Guaranteed up in the party, got so much juice

Come on everybody, because we're gonna get loose

[VERSE 4: Bret E.B.]

Downtown brothers with an Uptown swing

And for all you shit-poppers, you heard nothing

It doesn't really matter what you do or say

You say it can't be done? Pssss, no comprende

Oogie-boogie-woogie was in '73

Don't play or beef, we'll rock the m-i-c

Bret is the bass (and I am the tenor)

Muggs adds the scratch and we all live in splendor

I love the girlies, I won't even front

My brother loves the money, I have to be blunt

Because this is reality, the truth we speak

The party [????] pump till we reach our peak

Because boredom is babblish, mere anxiety

Caused by stress through our society

Fuck the rules, cause they don't mean a damn

I rock the party, Muggs drop the jams

So everybody in the house, no excuse

Cause the posse's in the house and we're gonna get loose

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