歌曲 | Pump Me Up |
歌手 | Trouble Funk |
专辑 | Back to the Old Skool: Hip Hop |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
Like the man with the super 'S' on his cape | |
We're gonna junp to the funk | |
like we got no weight. | |
I'm DJ Rock and I can pass the test | |
Uh to get down the wit' the rappers | |
From the East to West | |
This party pleased, that party pleased | |
I'll pump them all with the greatest of ease | |
This is DJ Rock with the master beat | |
The boogie-oogie sound that moves your feet | |
Somebody say (Get up, get up) | |
Somebody say (Get up, get up) | |
You party good, you throwin' down | |
You complement this funky sound | |
The funk is here so you can groove | |
We want to make your body move | |
And that brother there, his name is Dyke | |
He's gonna hit you with the rest so you can boogie tonight | |
I say downtown shoppin' with some flashes in mind | |
Just listen here closely while I tell you my line | |
I'm slick Dyke can be very naughty | |
I'm known by the name sporty shorty | |
And when checkin' out the others that dress so mean | |
They put me in the mind of a Mr. Cardin | |
But Calvin Kline seems to come through | |
Until Yves St Laurent walks up to GQ | |
But that's not it, they still want more | |
So I send them down to Studio 54 | |
Say Jordache, Bon’jour, Cassini, Sassoon, | |
I've got the jeans that make the tunes | |
Can you smile, in your style | |
with you're mouth, without | |
be cusin' with a big, because what can I do now? | |
Now you exit the store, | |
acting just like a jerk | |
But all he wants to see is your body work | |
(Work your body, work your body, work your body. Work your body) | |
(Work your body, work your body, work your body. Go all the way!) | |
(Work your body, work your body, work your body) | |
(Work your body, work your body, work, Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
Like Perry Mason gonna solve the case | |
You just listen to the sound of the funky bass | |
Like Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn | |
You're gonna boogie on-a down 'til the break of dawn | |
Like a party over here, a party over there | |
We got a party all in this atmosphere | |
You get wiggle your neck and stomp your feet | |
and boogie on down to da' funky beat | |
Well they call me Dick and that's my name | |
And funkin' around, it is my game | |
So funker's here da' thing you've got to have what it takes | |
And if you can't funk then those are the breaks | |
So "L's" are for squares you'd better get live | |
'Cos everyone's tryin' to get Funk-matized | |
And this is what you need and that's a fact | |
And with this you don't need no mack-attack | |
So if you're out for lunch, just take a hunch | |
And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch | |
You should be bumpin' your behind all in the air | |
All over the where, just everywhere | |
And if you're on the dance floor and if you can't hang | |
Just sit on down and let us shake our thing | |
And if you still sittin' down and can't shake your rump, holler | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing) | |
You gotta | |
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing) | |
Everybody go | |
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing) | |
Pump it on up, pump it on up | |
(Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing) | |
I'm a put you on down on the one | |
So we can all get together and have some fun | |
I'm teller here, an' I'm teller there | |
I'm tellin', I'm tellin' I'm tellin' you now | |
Like Einstein the master mind, | |
All the women thought a dat he was shy | |
Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde | |
Well they never miss a beat, they are right on time | |
Like Fat Albert when he wanna eat | |
It takes a lot of funky food ta' get him outta his seat | |
When the gang is down at the junkyard dump | |
Fat Albert is eatin' to the rythm of the bump. | |
Like Tarzan and Jane they're dancin' to the beat | |
And Boy, and Cheata, they're stompin' their feet | |
And if you still sittin' down and can't get up, holler | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) | |
(Pump, pump, pump, pump me up) |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Like the man with the super ' S' on his cape | |
We' re gonna junp to the funk | |
like we got no weight. | |
I' m DJ Rock and I can pass the test | |
Uh to get down the wit' the rappers | |
From the East to West | |
This party pleased, that party pleased | |
I' ll pump them all with the greatest of ease | |
This is DJ Rock with the master beat | |
The boogieoogie sound that moves your feet | |
Somebody say Get up, get up | |
Somebody say Get up, get up | |
You party good, you throwin' down | |
You complement this funky sound | |
The funk is here so you can groove | |
We want to make your body move | |
And that brother there, his name is Dyke | |
He' s gonna hit you with the rest so you can boogie tonight | |
I say downtown shoppin' with some flashes in mind | |
Just listen here closely while I tell you my line | |
I' m slick Dyke can be very naughty | |
I' m known by the name sporty shorty | |
And when checkin' out the others that dress so mean | |
They put me in the mind of a Mr. Cardin | |
But Calvin Kline seems to come through | |
Until Yves St Laurent walks up to GQ | |
But that' s not it, they still want more | |
So I send them down to Studio 54 | |
Say Jordache, Bon' jour, Cassini, Sassoon, | |
I' ve got the jeans that make the tunes | |
Can you smile, in your style | |
with you' re mouth, without | |
be cusin' with a big, because what can I do now? | |
Now you exit the store, | |
acting just like a jerk | |
But all he wants to see is your body work | |
Work your body, work your body, work your body. Work your body | |
Work your body, work your body, work your body. Go all the way! | |
Work your body, work your body, work your body | |
Work your body, work your body, work, Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Like Perry Mason gonna solve the case | |
You just listen to the sound of the funky bass | |
Like Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn | |
You' re gonna boogie ona down ' til the break of dawn | |
Like a party over here, a party over there | |
We got a party all in this atmosphere | |
You get wiggle your neck and stomp your feet | |
and boogie on down to da' funky beat | |
Well they call me Dick and that' s my name | |
And funkin' around, it is my game | |
So funker' s here da' thing you' ve got to have what it takes | |
And if you can' t funk then those are the breaks | |
So " L' s" are for squares you' d better get live | |
' Cos everyone' s tryin' to get Funkmatized | |
And this is what you need and that' s a fact | |
And with this you don' t need no mackattack | |
So if you' re out for lunch, just take a hunch | |
And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch | |
You should be bumpin' your behind all in the air | |
All over the where, just everywhere | |
And if you' re on the dance floor and if you can' t hang | |
Just sit on down and let us shake our thing | |
And if you still sittin' down and can' t shake your rump, holler | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
You gotta | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
Everybody go | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
Pump it on up, pump it on up | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
I' m a put you on down on the one | |
So we can all get together and have some fun | |
I' m teller here, an' I' m teller there | |
I' m tellin', I' m tellin' I' m tellin' you now | |
Like Einstein the master mind, | |
All the women thought a dat he was shy | |
Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde | |
Well they never miss a beat, they are right on time | |
Like Fat Albert when he wanna eat | |
It takes a lot of funky food ta' get him outta his seat | |
When the gang is down at the junkyard dump | |
Fat Albert is eatin' to the rythm of the bump. | |
Like Tarzan and Jane they' re dancin' to the beat | |
And Boy, and Cheata, they' re stompin' their feet | |
And if you still sittin' down and can' t get up, holler | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Like the man with the super ' S' on his cape | |
We' re gonna junp to the funk | |
like we got no weight. | |
I' m DJ Rock and I can pass the test | |
Uh to get down the wit' the rappers | |
From the East to West | |
This party pleased, that party pleased | |
I' ll pump them all with the greatest of ease | |
This is DJ Rock with the master beat | |
The boogieoogie sound that moves your feet | |
Somebody say Get up, get up | |
Somebody say Get up, get up | |
You party good, you throwin' down | |
You complement this funky sound | |
The funk is here so you can groove | |
We want to make your body move | |
And that brother there, his name is Dyke | |
He' s gonna hit you with the rest so you can boogie tonight | |
I say downtown shoppin' with some flashes in mind | |
Just listen here closely while I tell you my line | |
I' m slick Dyke can be very naughty | |
I' m known by the name sporty shorty | |
And when checkin' out the others that dress so mean | |
They put me in the mind of a Mr. Cardin | |
But Calvin Kline seems to come through | |
Until Yves St Laurent walks up to GQ | |
But that' s not it, they still want more | |
So I send them down to Studio 54 | |
Say Jordache, Bon' jour, Cassini, Sassoon, | |
I' ve got the jeans that make the tunes | |
Can you smile, in your style | |
with you' re mouth, without | |
be cusin' with a big, because what can I do now? | |
Now you exit the store, | |
acting just like a jerk | |
But all he wants to see is your body work | |
Work your body, work your body, work your body. Work your body | |
Work your body, work your body, work your body. Go all the way! | |
Work your body, work your body, work your body | |
Work your body, work your body, work, Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Like Perry Mason gonna solve the case | |
You just listen to the sound of the funky bass | |
Like Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn | |
You' re gonna boogie ona down ' til the break of dawn | |
Like a party over here, a party over there | |
We got a party all in this atmosphere | |
You get wiggle your neck and stomp your feet | |
and boogie on down to da' funky beat | |
Well they call me Dick and that' s my name | |
And funkin' around, it is my game | |
So funker' s here da' thing you' ve got to have what it takes | |
And if you can' t funk then those are the breaks | |
So " L' s" are for squares you' d better get live | |
' Cos everyone' s tryin' to get Funkmatized | |
And this is what you need and that' s a fact | |
And with this you don' t need no mackattack | |
So if you' re out for lunch, just take a hunch | |
And boogie on down with the rest of the bunch | |
You should be bumpin' your behind all in the air | |
All over the where, just everywhere | |
And if you' re on the dance floor and if you can' t hang | |
Just sit on down and let us shake our thing | |
And if you still sittin' down and can' t shake your rump, holler | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
You gotta | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
Everybody go | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
Pump it on up, pump it on up | |
Shake that thing, shake that thing, you gotta shake that thing | |
I' m a put you on down on the one | |
So we can all get together and have some fun | |
I' m teller here, an' I' m teller there | |
I' m tellin', I' m tellin' I' m tellin' you now | |
Like Einstein the master mind, | |
All the women thought a dat he was shy | |
Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde | |
Well they never miss a beat, they are right on time | |
Like Fat Albert when he wanna eat | |
It takes a lot of funky food ta' get him outta his seat | |
When the gang is down at the junkyard dump | |
Fat Albert is eatin' to the rythm of the bump. | |
Like Tarzan and Jane they' re dancin' to the beat | |
And Boy, and Cheata, they' re stompin' their feet | |
And if you still sittin' down and can' t get up, holler | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up | |
Pump, pump, pump, pump me up |