B Side Wins Again

Just clap your hands to the beat (Check it out)

Just clap your hands to the beat (Check it out)

Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

Here you go, y'all, little, little by little, you know

We got the power, the knowledge to move 'em and still rock

A super song for the cause, so

Feel the load on your brain for the episode

And we just begun, it's number one, y'all

Brother Black, the B is back, so check this out

Just clap your hands to the beat (Check it out)

Just clap your hands to the beat (Check it out)

Just clap your hands to the beat (Check it out)

Just clap your hands to the beat, to the beat

If ya don't, I won't, if ya still, I will

"Take three jams and hold 'em," this what I told 'em

Rock the other side, the sucker lied

Said he would shock but never tried, and so I

Took 'em away, I never stayed, y'all

I called Flavor, boy, to make another record to get played

Flav made a jam to get you slammed

Back-to-back in the place where the suckers are basin'

Whatever it takes to make it hardcore

We gonna roll it raw, that's what you buy it for, come on

You roll in your ride, the DJ decides

To play it on the radio, the A side

He gives it a try, but never really gives it a try

The people request the best, on the B side

Ya don't, ya don't, ya won't, ya won't

You don't quit, you don't ever quit

And this is it, y'all

Keep it on, and on, and on, come on

Check it out

Food for the brain, beats for the feet

People on the dance floor, never claimin' a receipt

Had a good time rockin'-rollin' on the go-rhyme

The rhythm supplied by the superior B side

They had to twist, and turn, and shout

Turn the jam out, and get ya ready now, c'mon

The situation put you in

To where you're sweatin' in hysterical B side, c'mon inisde

I quest the best to give a test

And never give it a rest, your guess is good as my guess

And while you're guessin', you're guessin', yo, listen, this is

A DJ to play, to give a lesson and his

Name is, rock and roll, c'mon now

And the suckers on the right get cynical

'Cause the record's to the left and political

And you search the stores

Attack the rack with your claws

For the rebels without a pause

You don't, you don't, and you won't, you won't

You don't stop

Keep it going, y'all, and spin around, y'all

Get down, y'all, and go on, and on

'Cause the B side wins again and again, again

Yo, Black, some of you are all in

To make sure the crowd get loud with it on the dancefloor

'Cause the B side is pure, sure

I never knew the crowd was this hype

But you thought we was that type

To start a riot, we ain't quiet

Kickin' a thunderstorm with a song

Why would we dare you to come along?

Pump the music, pump the sound

Once again, we gonna do it like this now

You know it's time for my man on a mission

So listen, 'cause he's in the house

You don't stop, get ready with it

You don't quit, if you don't, I won't

I will, uh, come on, y'all

Kick it down, y'all, yeah, kick it down, y'all

Come, come down and get ready, y'all

Go on and on, and on, and on, and on, and on

Don't stop, and do it, come on, y'all