It's Nasty

We want to rock you We're the kings of swing, and we're chosen to rule The deans of clean inside the cool school We're the chiefs of relief, contained by wild beasts The finesse of the West, the masterpiece of the East Hah, the boss of course, as the lord of our fort The ones with the platinum vocal cords We're the science of desire, with a magical mic The monarch of the dark in the night, alright We advertise, is specialize In the exercise and we'll energize The young ladies thighs cause all the fly guys Nature's to rise right before their eyes We're the Earl of the world, and the air of flair The Duke of dare, the Mayor of debonair Got fine, drink wine, can dance and dine Got a first class female, oh, so fine Hey baby, whatever you doing right, girl I just want you to always be easy And keep on shaking that thing And I want you (swinging it, swinging it, swinging) Tell me how now (hey) Like dynamite before it blows Who needs a band when the beat just goes boom? He's Grandmaster He cuts faster We're the Furious, serious, and ever so mysterious Five that's rocking the house And everybody say "play" ("play") Say, "play" ("play"), well, okay Ho, everybody c'mon Whoo! (Now, now) People say it's dirty People say it's wrong They talk about our music Like it's a nasty song It's nasty! I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha, I wantcha Just let us rock you Got waterbed sets in my Limousine And every time I'm seen, I got to be clean I tour around the world to make the people dance And here's a little message for the ladies in France Je m'appelle, Melle Mel Ah dome mal lamate mademoiselle Done wa sing, done marseis Done wa rik no dees I'm seeing this girl that I just adore I'm seeing this girl that what I never saw before The way she was swaying and doing the swing I had to let her know just about my thing I'm the M, R, N E-Double S Come on, ah fly girl, and put me to a test And I'll rock you, until you give me the rest I keep on it, until you start to confess Raheem, in your life, what more can you ask? I bet you can't think of a greater task I make my light shine on your cloudy days You can surf if you want to, on my waves I caress your soft body on those mellow nights A continuous thing, 'til the morning light It's reality, it's not a dream It's nothing less than the best when it's from Raheem Now it's my turn, so understand That I'm the Kid Creole, and I'm a ladies man I don't have a lot of women hangin on my steez Only one fine lady that you better believe I say Annette's her name, and that's the truth I give a lot of things up, before I turn her loose It's just her and me, and that's simple and plain And that's the only way I run my game Well, I'm a cowboy, and I'm the real McCoy I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy Bowlegged cool brother and you will agree On top of the world for the ladies to see Gonna hip, gonna hop, gonna rock the spot Gonna make everybody want to rock, rock, rock Gonna do it to the east, want to do it to the west Gonna make you relax right upon your chest Grandmaster Flash is willing and able He's the king of the cuts on two turntables He's the grand, grand, the master man He's so nice with his hands, he don't need no band Rocks 45's, and 33's Rocks boys, men, women, and young ladies He can slice so precise, it's almost fun And he makes better love than a mick makes money Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick Slick Rick, Slick Rick (hoo-hoo) Ow! Yeah, yeah Bob Marie, Bob Marie Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it