Funky 4 + 1 - That's The Joint Lyrics

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)
It's the joint

We're gonna prove to the world that we're for real
We're gonna prove to everybody we know the real deal
We got golden voices and hearts of steel
Because we're five emcees that got to be real
We wanna hear the party people yell, "Sugar Hill"
So what's the deal? (Sugar Hill)
So what's the deal? (Sugar Hill)
Ooh, that's the joint

Now 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 class
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)
Ah, that's the joint

Uh, uh
Because Li'l Rodney C is the melody
If Keith help me rock, we're singing harmony
Because Jeff is the rhythm and K is the bass
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
A-give it to us now

Funk it up, funk it up
Woo, get funky
Uh, uh, uh
Let's go to work (come on)

Say, "I got money and I can jerk"
To the beat that makes you wanna rap
Come on, Sha-Rock, cut out the crap (I hear ya)
Just turn on your mic and start to rap
And let everybody know you can never be the whack
You know that and you know that
And I know (and she knows and we know that)
We know what, Sha-Rock?
When I rap, Funky Four, I can never be the whack
And when you hear, Sha-Rock
She's the joint

What up, y'all? 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 (huh)
Well, I can do it for the ones go weak to strong
I can do it for the ones that are right and wrong
Well, I'm listed on the column that's classified
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 here in this here town)
And everybody knows that I'm golden brown
And you know
She's the joint

I can pull a 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'll rock a-you and you, I'm sure to prove
'Cause I want a young lady with a lot of finesse
And she's got to be on ('cause he's Jazzy Jeff)
She's got to be sweet (yes), fine, and kind
And that's just the kind of woman I want to be mine
You know
He's the joint

Huh, uh
Jazzy Jeff (come on)
Do it, ha-ha to the funky sound (ha-ha)
Get funky, get funky (uh, uh, uh)
With the Funky 4 + 1
Do it, do it, come on (yeah)
Do it, do it
(Oh, Lord) do it, do it
Come on, get down, huh
Oh, Lord (to the beat, you don't stop)
Come on, girl (Sylvia)
'Cause the music gotta be the sure shot (rock the house)
Just turn it up, turn, turn it up, y'all (uh, you know, huh)
'Cause the music gotta be the sure shot
Blondie in the house (rock on)
A-cool, a-cool, a-cool, a-coo-coolin' out

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
And to all the young ladies, this is what it be
(We 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
He's the joint

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 (yeah)
You see, the beat goes on 'cause our power's strong
We won't stop rocking 'til you're all getting up
All the, ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ah, ah
Ooh, ah, and don't stop, get it
That's the joint

We have an obligation that we must fulfill
Like a .357, we out to kill
We're like Machine Gun Kelly and Bonnie and Clyde
And when we shock the house, we stand side by side
We're on top of the world, we're looking down
We're going straight ahead, we never turning around
Because we are so close, but yet so far
And to all the party people, you know who we are
Get the point?

And if you don't, we want y'all to know
We're down, we rock, we're the Funky Four
Plus One

Oh, do it, get to down
To the, to the funky sound
Come on, you got to get down
Do it (oh, Lordy)
And I tell, rock it well
Rodney C making history
Ho, Jazzy Jeff
Charlene
Kevin Kev
Keith Keith to the funky beat (bamski, kuti)
Johnny Row
Came in hot

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
And 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
He's the joint

Well, I'm K.K. 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 in 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
About 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
Huh, when the bell rings, it goes, "Ding dong"
And then I rock her and I shock her 'til the break of dawn
Like a hot buttered on bag of popcorn
Like Rockwell just singing your song
And you know
He's the joint

Ho, oh
Get down, come on
To the funk (come on, get down), get funky
Huh, woo, ha ha, oh, Lord
Come on, let's go to work
Gon', girl
Say, "I got money and I can jerk"
Let's go to work, a-let's go to work
We gave a lot of parties and we got jerk
But that's all right because we be good sports
'Cause we know some day we get the big pay off
And rock the house, a-turn, a-turn
A-turn, a-turn, turn it out
Sylvia in the house and
Sheila Pearl, rock the house and
Blondie, rock the house and
Master Gee, rock the house and
Big Bank, rock the house and
Wherever you are, rock, rock the house
To my mellow, Wonder Mike, rock the house and
Wherever you are, rock, shock the house
To my mellow, Cowboy, the real McCoy (rock the house)
Rock the house, turn, turn it out
To my mellow, Melle Mel, rock the house
Wherever you are, rock, shock the house
To my mellow, Creole, solid gold (rock the house)
Rock the house, turn, turn it out (freak me now, freak me now)
To my mellow, Mr. Ness, down with the best (yeah, I like that part)
And just rock the house with the most finesse
To my mellow, to my mellow, to my mellow
To my mellow, Rahiem, in all the ladies' dreams (shake your body down)
Rock the house with a gangsta lean
A-sugar Hill, Sugar Hill, huh
Get, get, get, get, get, get the point, get the point
Get the point, here's the joint, huh, ho
Break out, rock the house, wherever you are, keep coolin' out
Uptown rock the house and
Ho, Downtown just coolin' out
Westside gonna turn it out (Sylvua)
And to the Eastside, rock the house
Kc, check it out
Kc, check it out
Ooh, that's the joint
Ho (yeah)
Furious Five, Furious Five
Furious Five, Furious Five, huh
Sequins, se- (ho)
Sequins, Sequins
Funky, Funky, Funky 4
Funky, Funky, Funky 4