Sylvia Robinson - That's The Joint lyrics

[Group #1] If you're ready for this (Say you're ready for this) If you're ready for this (Say you're ready for this) Are you ready for this? (We're ready for this) Are you ready for this? (We're ready for this) Well, we just can't miss (We just can't miss) Well, we just can't miss (With a beat like this) [Drum roll…] IT'S THE JOINT! [Group #2] We're gonna prove to the world that we're the real We're gonna prove to everybody we know the real deal We got golden voices and hearts of steel ‘Cause we're five emcees that got to be real We're here for the party people on Sugar Hill So what's the deal? (Sugar Hill!) So what's the deal? (Sugar Hill!) [Drum roll…] THAT'S THE JOINT! [Group #3] These words we said we want y'all to hear We're gonna make a lot of sense (We're gonna make it clear) We're gonna rock this place, we're gonna use some cla** We're gonna do our best (We're gonna make it last) We got rhymes on our mind, we got rockin' in our heart A lot of things we do, you can call it art We're bad, we're slick, we're doing it hip We're gonna rock this record (And don't you forget) [Drum roll…] THAT'S THE JOINT! [Group #4] Because Li'l Rodney C is the melody Keith, help me rock, we're singing harmony Because Jeff is the rhythm and K is the ba** Sha-Rock rock, shockin' the whole darn place Now here's a little story you got to be told The party people in the place got a whole lot of soul So when we're on the mic, y'all shocking the house And we all get together, we can turn it out Now we're in the house as you can plainly see Everybody say, “Get funky! Get funky! And make money! And make money!” And you don't stop… [Drum roll…] GIVE IT TO US NOW! [Group #5] To the beat that makes you want to rap C'mon, Sha-Rock, cut out the crap Just turn on the mic and start the rap And let everybody know you can never be the wack You know that! And you know that! And I know (and she knows) And we know that! We know what, Sha-Rock? That when I rap, Funky Four, I can never be the wack! And when you hear Sha-Rock… [Drum roll…] SHE'S THE JOINT! [Sha-Rock] What up, y'all? And do-do it up And Sha-Rock is gonna show you how you get real rough I'm Sha-Rock and I can't be stopped For all the fly guys, I will hit the top Well, I can do it for the ones from weak to strong I can do it for the ones that are right and wrong Well, I'm listed on the column that's cla**ified I can be a nurse and I'm qualified To talk about respect, I won't neglect My strategy is for you to see So don't turn away by what I say ‘Cause I'm on, I'm bad when I'm talking to you There are four fly brothers who can do it, too The party people in the place, this is for you So get down, get, get, get on down I'm the Plus One More and I'm throwing down (She's the best female in this here town!) And everybody knows that I'm golden brown And you know… [Drum roll…] SHE'S THE JOINT! [Jazzy Jeff] For the young lady with nice fine thighs I'm the kind of emcee that make women jet fly I'm Jazzy Jeff with the most finesse I'm down with The Five to rock the mic the best ‘Cause I move the groove and I do it cool And I rock for you and you, I'm sure to rule ‘Cause I want a young lady with a lot of finesse She's got to be on (‘Cause he's Jazzy Jeff) She's got to be sweet, fine, and kind She's just the kind of woman that's got to be mine And you know… [Drum roll…] HE'S THE JOINT! [Keith Keith] Now what you see is what you get You say I am bad and that you can bet I have a quality for you and me To all the young ladies, this is what it be (You say his name is Keith Keith) As my rhymes go down To all the young ladies, just gather around With the rhymes I possess, the words I protest And I can put together, I can call it finesse Now, listen up, my ladies, and listen up good I'm gonna rock on the mic like I know I could (Like you know he should) Like I know I would (He's Keith Keith) I rock the house (He's Keith Keith) I rock, shock, rock, turn it out And you know that, (and he got) the finesse To behold that… [Drum roll…] HE'S THE JOINT! [Group #6] Keeping on to, to the crack of dawn Party people in the place, you got to keep on If you like the beat and you want some more Scream it out, and say, “Funky Four!” (“FUNKY FOUR!”) “Plus One More!” (“Plus One More!”) Now you don't stop You see the beat goes on ‘cause our power's strong We won't stop rocking till you're all getting on And the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh Ooh, ahh, and don't stop, get it! [Drum roll…] THAT'S THE JOINT! [Group #7] We have an obligation that we must fulfill Like a .357, we out to k** We're like Machine Gun Kelly and Bonnie and Clyde We shock the house, we stand side by side We're on top of the world here, looking down We're going straight up hit, we never turning around Because we are so close, but yet so far And to all the party people, you know who we are [Drum roll…} GET THE POINT? If you don't, we want y'all to know We're down, we rock, we the Funky Four Plus One! [Li'l Rodney C] I was sitting at my house, watching my TV When all of a sudden, it dawned on me That I was all alone, just wasting my time So I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down a rhyme As I thought to myself how nice it would be To be on top, making cash money To go on a tour, all around the world To tell little stories to all the fly girls To sit on my throne, to command my own To be number one on the microphone Just telling the tale about how it's gonna be For the Funky Four, Plus One emcees We be busting in and we be turning it out While we rock to any beat without a doubt Just chilling hard, living in luxury And being very proud to be an emcee [Drum roll…] HE'S THE JOINT! [K.K. Rockwell] Well, I kick it, Rockwell, ‘cause I raise a lot of hell And I like to make love to the jealous females And I'm down with the groove to mark it here Now walk through my door, you pose on the floor First is touching hips galore (And then he) Move right up, (And then he) Kiss your lips (And then he) Hold on tight so I never slip (And then he) Tongue you down, on to the ground If any love is there, it will be found And I'm the man, you all can tell I, Rockwell, to the depths of hell And every time you hear my name, girl, it rings a bell And when the bell rings, it goes “ding dong!” And then I rock her and I shock her till the break of dawn Like a hot bu*tered on bag of popcorn Like Rockwell, just singing your song And you know… [Drum roll…] HE'S THE JOINT!