Get Down Songtext
von Derek B

My DJ, Derek B, is best at picking out all rookies who fail to tap
You want to know who′s the best in town?
Come on everybody, let's all just go

Get down

We′re going to wait for the scene quite long
Making sure the beats are funky and the song is strong
Get up, get down, everybody get loose
Easy Q on the mic and Derek B's got juice

The first time you heard us, we left you in a shock
You didn't realize that Derek B could rock
But now you know that he′s the boss
We taught you a lesson, now get lost
To all you piss-teamers, we are back
Giving sucker MC′s heart attack
We are the duo from London town
Making everybody just

Get down
Get it, get it


A big thanks to the brothers from across the ocean
For giving me a sip of their magic potion
Teaching me how to rap this way
Are you ready?
DJ, just play a combination of sounds from the present and past

Cuts like these are bound to last
In the history books, rap hall of fame
The next three generations will remember my name
So turn up the treble
Heavy on the bass
The techniques and the people they race
To buy this record, to buy this sound
So when they get home, they can all just

Get down

It's a love story, y′all
This is how it goes

Driving down the King's Road in my GTI
I pulled up outside the Larry′s
This girl, she said, hi
Boyfriend, big striped shirt, red tie
Jumped to my car
We said bye
I said, excuse me, but what is your name? She said


My parents like to call me Sarah Jane
But you can call me Sarah, I like you a lot
And you also make me feel real hot

I thought, hey, hey, hey, what the hell can I say?
Pushed my pedal to the metal and resumed the weight
Got back to a place in a flash real quickly
She knelt on the floor, began to unzip me
Two big things like basketball
Down below was like Niagara Falls
Kept on going for hours and hours
Straight after that to the bathroom for a shower
Just before leaving, she held me close and said
I think you're the greatest thing

So I kickstart on the chain and said goodbye
I looked in her face, there was a tear in her eye
She ran past me and stood in front of the door and said
"Please, sir, can I have some more"?
So I looked at my watch and said
"What the heck", and started kissing her at the neck of a neck
She wiggled and giggled and pulled me to the ground
And whispered in my ear Easy Q, get down

Get down

Hey!
Hey!
Hey, you punk!
Hey, you punk!
Cops!

Get down
Get down
Get down

Back in the summer of ′86
Warehouse parties happened in the States
People would come from far and wide
To hear what time the audio would provide
Bears walked Westworld, there was tricks
My homie Lyndon C. in the mix
The area of Oakland, up in town

Nolan, Maurice, the best around
Family functions, soul to soul
Africa's center on top of the world
Norman Jake with shape of finger pop
Westwood with his hip hop recognition is due
To all these sounds, I'm making a lot of them just

Get down

Too bored? You fools move left and right
This tune is deaf, you don′t have to fight for your right to party
The beat in it, go ahead clap your hands and move your feet
Derek B′s hands are quicker than the eye
The crossfader flies on the G.L.I
A Capricorn, yeah, he was born like Amiga Supreme
He can transform, he's a king
So give him his crown
London′s number one that makes the world

Get down
Get it
Get down
Get down

Check it out
Get down
You're the witnessing another death row jamming
You know what I′m saying?
Get down
Yeah, believe me, that's bad
Get down
Big Professor James B. Brown
Get down
Get down
East London, shout it out
Get down
Now, go on
Get down