This, this, this, this, this

This is my microphone, this is my gun

One is for rappin', one's for fun

Fun is what we have when we're up on stage

To make the party people go in a rage

Like that, the party is packed

Right and exact

I'll tell you where it's at

On the dance floor, cold shaking your butt

With the sounds of DJ Kutt

And Maestro go making it def

I don't quit, I get a little bit for myself

One for the money, two for the show

Yo, let's go, let's go

Go, let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go

Dirty Bob, second in command

Of a six-man rock hip hop band

Outstanding, uplifting to the mind

Onе of a kind, but right on time

So march to the centеr of the room

If not, then you seal your doom

I'm down as dirt, 'cause dirt's my name

If we don't cause pleasure, then we cause pain

Line after line we keep on showing

Rhyme after rhyme, we keep on flowing

Show after show we keep on proving

That Hard Corps just keep on groovin'

Go, let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go

Yo, it's about time to G-O

But before we end this show

There's something that I want you to know

It's time to let yourself grow, yeah

Take a ride into outer space

P funk slam-dunked into Hard Corps bass

Mixed with the rock that makes you roll

Trimmed in gold with so much soul

Slammin' beats rockin' with the rhythm

Funky funky hip hop is what we give 'em

Down with Dirty Boy and constant flow

Yo, go let's go

Yo, let's go, go, go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go

Go, let's go, let's go

Let's go, let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Let's go

Yeah

Let's go