Keep 'em on the Floor Songtext
von Big Daddy Kane feat. Barbara Weathers

Mmm, oh yeah
I′m already gettin' this here thing
You ready? (Yeah)
So we gon′ swing this one time
Let me count it off
Huh, one, two, three, give it to me!

Get on the dance floor, start to clap your hands for
The smooth operator, what more can you ask for?
The musical maestro, that's usin' the mic so I can
Spark up the entire place like nitroglycerin
Because the crowd is sizzlin′
Bobbin′ their heads to what's said and still listenin′
I specialize in fun

And I must know what's happenin′ 'cause you′re dancin' like Rerun
So behold, the natural born soul
In rhythm, to get 'em, and hit ′em as I party with ′em
My job is to make you all feel this


But I'm not Don Cornelius
I′m just a new Black Caesar, here to please ya, ease ya
Movin' and groovin′, provin', soothin′ at your leisure
I don't scream or yell
But my rhymes reach out and touch more people than Ma Bell
The brain of the Kane, so intelligent
You think dancin' is irrelevant, and start stompin′ like an elephant

But that′s not necessary
Just let the beat carry you into somethin' Funkadelic
That might best describe
The musical vibe you feel when I arrive
From the moment I walk through the door

I gotta keep ′em on the floor

Get up and dance and move your body across the floor (Hey)
Go on and do your thing until you're feelin′ sore
(I can't dance no more)
Get on up and dance (That′s right)
Get on up and dance (Give it here)
Get on up and dance (Get funky)

Look, you came in the disco thinkin' it would be just slow
But I'ma make sure you enjoy this show
You won′t have a chance to sit down (Get down)


And listen to rhymes that go the mile like a marathon
A voice of choice as strong as Sarabond
Swift delivery, flowin′ like a river be flowin'
But only ladies know my tongue is that slippery
I grab the mic and then we see
Who can D-A-N-C-E
Makin′ the crowd call for more of what they saw
And I'm sure, that I can keep ′em on the floor

Get up and dance and move your body across the floor
Go on and do your thing until you're feelin′ sore
(I can't dance no more)
Get on up and dance (Get up)
Get on up and dance (Dance)
Get on up and dance (Get funky)

Uh, oh
Feel like I'm down here by myself sometime
I′m ready to break this groove down, you ready? (Yeah)
So I′ma let the music just stop
And we gon' get into our own thing for a minute here, you ready?
Break it down
Keep on dancin′ (Keep on dancin')
Keep on dancin′ (Keep on dancin')
Keep on dancin′ (Keep on dancin')
Keep on dancin' (Dance)

Bring in paramedics to relieve the
Trace of this bad case of dance fever
′Cause I can feel the disco heat gettin′ to me
While the sweat got my silk drawers stickin' to me

But I can′t stop, I gotta party like a gun on the dance floor
And catch a body
I might move real smooth, then again dance real silly

Just like a hillbilly
As I make sure the beat is kept
So all the party people stay in step

Become a slave to the rhythm
Grab someone of the opposite sex and dance with 'em

Put your partner on the floor and face ′em
That shows a positive sign of unification
And if all party-goers could make this move
We'd be one nation under a groove
So let′s try this, stop the violence
That can only result to peace from what I sense
To be straight to the point
A little love and harmony, mmm (It's the joint)
So Rhythm Nation, pump the bass
And the treble beyond the level of imagination

So the Big Daddy Kane can endure
And the name of this tune, is Keep 'Em on the Floor

Hey (Everybody get up, get up)
You got to do it (Everybody get up, get up)
Get up (Everybody get up, get up)
Get up, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
(Everybody get up, get up)