LOW PROFILE

LOW PROFILE - We're In This This Together lyrics

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[VERSE 1: W.C.]

Yes yes y'all, it's time to get wild

Low Pro's in effect with a brand-new sound

Move back, punk, we're takin over the stage

Somebody done slipped, we rose out the cage

On a rage, we're gettin paid, you can't punk me

Peep this out, I got somethin funky

Funkier than funky, yo, no joke

Hey yo, Aladdin, hold up, goddamn, this is dope

Soft punks'll get crushed like aluminum

They can't deal, like tabacco I'm chewin em

Lyrics stickin like Super Glue to you and your crew

Stick up, now the show belongs to the Double U

Soft punk, you could get dunked poppin the junk

Aladdin cut the record with the Low Pro funk

While i'm slammin and jammin and rammin

A different style than your part-time sucker be crammin

Partner wisecrack, try to stay clever

Hey yo, Aladdin, man, we're doin this together

DJ Aladdin on the wheels of steel

The 1989 DMC Seminar contender

Uknowmsayin?

On the wheels of steel gettin funky right now

From Low Pro DJ Aladdin

Undefeated

[VERSE 2: W.C.]

Smooth - some label it retarded

You know what? Yo, I ain't even got started

The real McCoy that's guaranteed to destroy

I come off and girls jump with joy

Suckers got a tendency to brag

Squash it, cause you're makin me mad

Poetically inclined writin all my rhymes

And where I come from wearin the wrong color is a crime

But that's another story I saved for another day

Cause right now I wanna talk about my deejay

Aladdin, the DMC Seminar contender

He cuts and axe the wax, watch it get thinner

18 years old, dominatin the sport

>From London to Chicago all the way to New York

Y'all know what time it is, give it up, peep the sound

To those who wanna battle, I say: put the pipe down

Partner wisecrack, try to stay clever

We're doin this together

DJ Aladdin on the wheels of steel

Check it out

One of a kind in this century

Uknowmsayin?

[VERSE 3: W.C.]

Check it out we're doin this together

Also been takin a beatdown forever

2 brothers gettin paid for usin a brain

I don't rap for a big gold chain

Unlike you and your crew

Make a move and you're through

Step to Low Pro, let me tell you what I oughta do

(What up?) Grip the mic like a 9 milli pistol

And shove it up the rear just like a popsicle

You wanna battle? Yo, that's suicide

Damn a battle, let's take it outside

And I'll shake and bake a scab like a potato

You get swept, yup, like a tornado

Stomped like a waterbug, and I should mention - ah

To battle the Doub you get sliced to a stub, you know

You got beef with me, you gotta deal with Tee

I got Aladdin's like Aladdin's got W.C.'s

Back, jack, you might get racked, smacked and cracked

Yo, it's '89, we put on backpacks

Partner wisecrack, try to stay clever

Hey yo, Aladdin, man, we're doin this together

Oo-ooh

DJ Aladdin on the wheels of steel

DJ Aladdin

The 1989 DMC Seminar contender

Can't touch us, boy, we in here now

Uknowmsayin

Low Profile's in effect

[VERSE 4: W.C.]

You never heard of me, why? Hey yo, I keep a low pro

One deejay, and I'm comin out solo

Hello, yo bro, Aladd' and Doub' wanna know

Can another brother mess with this? (Hell no)

A methodical wildstyle, poetically arranged

I'm a warrior, not a lover, I don't sing and things

I'm into rap, not disco, I ain't Michael Jackson

I'm into cuts and breaks and cool rappin

And crackin, jackin, smackin, MC's playin the back

Step up punk, yo, you're bound to get waxed

You know as long as Low Pro is around

There'll be no surrender, no retreat, no takedown

Partner wisecrack, try to stay clever

Hey yo, Aladdin, man, we're doin this together

Hey yo

First of all Low Pro wanna give a shout-out

To all the people that was down with us back in the days

Uknowmsayin?

First of all we wanna give a shout-out

To Party Records for puttin us out there and lettin us out of this cage

Cause we in there now, you know what I'm sayin?

I wanna give a shout-out to my little brother DJ Crazy Toones

And his MC Jazzy Dee

Yo, yo, yo

But I wanna give a shout-out to my homeboy Wayne Wayne, uknowmsayin?

O.G.

O.G. Rhyme Syndicate Posse and Ice-T

(What about the other homeboys like

Smurf, Chill, you know

Scotty Dee who was down with us way back in the days

Yo, what's up with Aladdin and WC kickin back

We in this together, man)

Hey yo, yo, what's up?

What's up with Coolio, Nu Skool, all the other brothers that was out there

They ain't got paid

They'd just love to get paid...

We like to give a special shout-out to Guee, uknowmsayin

My O.G. homebody, peace, we love you, brother

(Ain't it funky)

Oh yeah, Aladdin, we forgot about Bobcat

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