| Ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of your body tonight.
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| Whoa, ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of you body tonight.
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| Well I begin the weekend with a groove roll about eight deep now
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| What’s my next move
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| Wait until night fall so I could enjoy systems
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| Pump by four Jeeps
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| running like a convoy roll to the club
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| Kind of crowded
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| What a scene
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| pulling up with Jodeci
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| Blasting out the fifteen
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| So I park my ride
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| Girls see my gear and notice my grill
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| Here comes the pointing and staring
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| Ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of your body tonight.
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| Whoa, ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of you body tonight.
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| Now I sign a couple of autographs
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| Take a few flicks
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| Order Dom Perignon and lay back with my chicks
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| Mike is on the left of me Smooth is Flipping
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| Tricky and Moet are on the dance floor ripping
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| Silk is with a cutie
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| Big D, I’m trying to find him
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| Tim is in the front and
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| Mo’Bettas right behind
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| and me I’m just laying on the prowl
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| Guys say what’s up as the girls cry aaaahhh
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| She grabbed her man
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| I think she tried to play’em
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| My only thought was to step to the a.m.
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| 'Cause I came to have a good time
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| and at the end of the night
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| No doubt I’m gonna get mine
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| 'Cause I don’t have to raise my voice to be seen
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| I maintain if you know what I mean
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| understand I’m not conceded
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| Father’s just mellow
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| I’m a smooth dark romeo freak kind of fellow
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| Ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of your body tonight.
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| Whoa, ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of you body tonight.
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| Do that dance do that dance, baby.
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| Do that dance. |
| Let’s work it out.
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| Do that dance do that dance baby.
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| Do that dance do that dance, baby.
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| Do that dance. |
| Let’s work it out.
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| Do that dance do that dance baby.
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| Lounging on the d.l.
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| this type of night is rare
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| I glance to the right
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| Oh, who do we have here
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| Puff and stew gettin' ripped
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| What the hell
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| I see Mr. Uptown himself, Andre Harrell
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| conversating
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| with his boys
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| as they start to barge straight through the crowd
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| It’s time to get charged
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| It’s kinda mello, so I leap to sista' and the soul
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| rollin' five deep
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| Mark, Corey, Shakim, L.Q. |
| doin' the wild thing
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| 'cause the soul is true
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| And every time I hear the music thump-id-dee-thump
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| and all the girlz gettin' bucked right in your rump
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| So everybody who feel the mood is right
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| Get on the dance floor
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| Ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of your body tonight.
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| Whoa, ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of you body tonight.
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| Ev’rything’s gonna be alright.
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| Let the music take control of your body tonight.
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| Ev’rybody, dance with me.
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| Ev’rybody, move with me.
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| Ev’rybody, dance with me.
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| Ev’rybody, move with me.
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| Ev’rybody gonna be alright. |