Hey yo, as if 47 MCs wasn't enough I got 47 pop stars, rock stars comin' at you Yo, count 'em, here we go Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it Sometimes I feel weird throw verbal Spears like Britney That literally go from here to Houston, be just like Whitney Battle me ya kiddin' me you a funny cat I bet 50 Cents for Eminems ya won't get a Nickelback The track I'm rippin' ain't really that hard See Jesus gives destiny to every child of God I'm battle scarred kind of raw but what did you, you think? No matter race religion or the color or the Creed If ya black brown pink or in or out of sync Or hang with the Beastie Boys just on the backstreet You can live in Linkin' Park no matter just to me See the Prince of peace is guaranteed to give ya what you need Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it One day these peep they were goin' past me Walkin' with a limp eatin' Bizkits they hair was all Shaggy I said, "What's all y'all name?" That's the question that I'm askin' I'm Michael, that Celine, that's Dion, that's Jackson That's Rickey, that's Martin, that's Tony and that's Braxton Dru is on the Hill just chillin' and relaxin' Alicia lost her keys and she's really kind of sad and I said, "U2 no doubt I know how that be happening" But I need all the Dixie Chicks to gather in And let me explain just the reason why I'm rappin' and So I told Mariah, he carried my sin and died for me My faith is in Christ who on hill called calvary Gave his life for mine so Genuine I try to be If the world tries to stop me, I Rage Against The Machine So I turn ya radio up and head to the spot Get loose like a Slipknot watch the Kid Rock Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it My uncle was eatin' Korn on a Cracker all alone It was 98 Degrees out he was out Counting Crows And it was just then when my papa saw a roach He dropped his Red Hot Chili Peppers and then he ran home And just went and called up John the Mayor on the phone It's a 311, 3 doors down now don't be slow But he was like wait a second hold up a minute bro Before I Usher over their's somethin' you should know Jesus is the firm rock not a Rolling Stone With Him Heaven not Nirvana is where you'll go I try to show and let ya know but ya Third Eye is Blind So need to open them up real wide Even if you have to Blink 182 times It's just so obvious that it can't hide TLC tender lovin' care he'll provide From girls to boys to men need to let him inside Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it Just do it, just do it Just do it do it do it Just do it rock to it Put ya hands up high and move it © THIRSTY MOON RIVER PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com