Musicology

Heard about the party now Just east of Harlem Dougie's gonna be there But you got to call him (call him) Even the soldiers Need a break sometimes Listen to the groove ya'll Let it unwind your mind No intoxication Unless you see what I see Dancin' hot an' sweaty Right in font of me (right in front of me) Oh, call it what you like I'm gonna call it how it be, fact This is just another one of God's gifts Musicology Gotta keep that party movin' Like I told you Kick the old school joint For the true funk soldiers Musicology I wish I had a dollar For every time you say Don't you miss the feeling music gave ya Back in the day? Let's groove, September Earth, Wind and Fire Hot pants by James Sly's gonna take you higher Minor keys and drugs Don't make a rollerskate jam Take your pick - turntable or a band? Lord, if it ain't Chuck D Or Jam Master Jay Know what? They're losin' 'Cause we got a PhD in advanced body movin' Keep the party movin' Just like I told you Kick the old school joint For the true funk soldiers Musicology Alright Hold it down, band Ah, get back, get back Don't you touch stereo This is my records Don't touch Don't you ever touch This is my records Musicology Musicology Let the party get out, no options Old school joint for the true funk soldiers Hands up, get goin' Keep the party, keep the party movin' Keep the party, keep, keep Don't stop dancing Keep, keep, keep, keep the party movin' Keep Musicology Keep, keep, keep, keep the party movin' Keep the party movin' Just like I told you (that's what I'm talkin' about) Kick the old school joint (yes) For the true funk soldiers Musicology For the true funk soldiers (Hands up) Alright Hold the money ya'all Don't you hear us, old school joint? Don't you ever touch my stereo He said I got good and plenty Of what you need the most And that's time