Lyrics

Hey girls (hey girls), B-Boys (B-Boys), Superstar DJs (Superstar DJs) Here we go (here we go) Super say ho (ho), say ho, ho (ho, ho) Now somebody, anybody, everybody, scream (ahh) Now throw your hands in the air And wave them like you just don't care And if you're not a square from Delaware, and you got all clean underwear And your mama ain't on welfare, let me hear you say, oh, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah Gotta get on out the chair Well, DJ's spinnin' on the wheels of steel, like it ain't no thing 'cause he is for real, he cuts the jazz with the wave of his hands And it sounds so fresh, it'll make you stick Got the highs in your eyes, the bass in your face This Super DJ can rock the place, feel the bass, pops, treble and tone He can even cut the jazz without the headphone, girl He's safe, he's safe Keep on rocking it, keep on rocking it, keep on rocking it Now clap your hands and stomp your feet While the DJ steps to the funky beat He's makin' you move, feel your body sweat He's even givin' you more than just a pulse can get Now twist and turn and let your body burp Now show everybody what you just learned Let's all get together and form a crowd While the DJ's playin' nice and loud Now everybody's in a place to be Let's all get together, repeat after me Say "Rock the house", rock the house Say "Rock the house", rock the house You gotta turn it out, turn it out You gotta turn it out, turn it out I like it (I Iike it), I love it (I love it) I like it, (I Iike it), I love it, {I love it) Break, break, break, break Break, break, break, break, break Cut it out, DJ, DJ, DJ, DJ Hey, hey, hey Hey Hey, hey Hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey Hey, hey, hey Hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Gregory Carlton Wigfall, Richard Lee Fowler, Charles Pettiford, Celita Evans, Jerry Bloodrock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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