[Intro: singing]
Turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel that funky sound
Gotta get with Sway & Tech so all my peeps they oughta know
No one rocks it better
Jamming on The Wake Up Show
[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, everybody place your tapes in the deck
So you could record the Wake Up Show where Sway & Tech be catchin' crazy wreck
DJ Tech plays the hits in the phattest way
On the mix from nine to midnight every Saturday
Take it from me, Mr. M.V.P
Better known as Big L on the M.I.C
'Cause yeah, as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin', the people yell
I'm rugged as heell, brothers could tell, that none of you rappers are hangin' with L
And tonight I'm your guest host
Even though I'm from the East, I got love for the West Coast
You think I won't last long? You wrong
Remember, I'm that same kid who Put It On and on (yeah!)
I run with intruders, looters and sharp shooters
Who spark and hit thick honeys with large hooters
We the brother that be jumpin' on a stereo
So when I walk the streets, the ladies be tappin' their friends like, "There he go!"
Peace to D.I.T.C., Show & A.G
Fat J.O.E., Diamond D, Lord Finesse and me
Listen to 92.3 The Beat
For The Wake Up Show, so don't sleep
Turn that system up and pump it all around the town
Keep the levels high so that you can feel that funky sound
Gotta get with Sway & Tech so all my peeps they oughta know
No one rocks it better
Jamming on The Wake Up Show
[Verse 1: Big L]
Yo, everybody place your tapes in the deck
So you could record the Wake Up Show where Sway & Tech be catchin' crazy wreck
DJ Tech plays the hits in the phattest way
On the mix from nine to midnight every Saturday
Take it from me, Mr. M.V.P
Better known as Big L on the M.I.C
'Cause yeah, as soon as I pick up a mic and start flowin', the people yell
I'm rugged as heell, brothers could tell, that none of you rappers are hangin' with L
And tonight I'm your guest host
Even though I'm from the East, I got love for the West Coast
You think I won't last long? You wrong
Remember, I'm that same kid who Put It On and on (yeah!)
I run with intruders, looters and sharp shooters
Who spark and hit thick honeys with large hooters
We the brother that be jumpin' on a stereo
So when I walk the streets, the ladies be tappin' their friends like, "There he go!"
Peace to D.I.T.C., Show & A.G
Fat J.O.E., Diamond D, Lord Finesse and me
Listen to 92.3 The Beat
For The Wake Up Show, so don't sleep
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