Ah, yeah, yeahChilling, but you're, but you're, come onMan, P-Rock, uh-huhKick the fat track, yeah, yeahCome on, come onPumpin' that fuel for all to useYo, we're gettin' broke wild on this A-D-O-RSlammin' groove, steppin' up to bum, rush the stageIt's the crew motivated by the spark of the rageThe mic is the teacher to get you out the cageFrom the get-go, the critics ranted and ravedCause if heart was too strong, the road to the riches we began to paveWhere the body, the mind, the soul become oneIt's a twine with peace and hostility noneIt's the message loud and clearFor all to hear and make the crowds cheerWhich is the season of the yearThe flow, to a rugged kind of tempoAnd what this all means, it's time to let yourself goIt's time to get you onto this 90-delic tipI'm not a hippie, but yo, B, I'm hipThe 90-delic effortFinishing me still with more self-galFuture on point, yo, my brother's gonna work it outThe pressure gets high, state of mind is in a poutFlip off the vibes, come on, and let it all hang outCause we got what's your life?Cause we got what's your life?Let it all hang outCome onLet it all hang outCome onFeel the vibes from the rhythmsTo break the dayDevil's timesA feeling of good timesMusical highsRhythm, harmony, soul skills, and thatPut together for the master planAnd surely to attractThe people it takesTo speak is to quakeThe points to makeThe ADOR possesses what it takesTo make it feel good the way it shouldGive me the mic and P-RockAnd you know I couldState of get you upAll night longIt feels too right, too strongTo be wrongLet's turn it upFull blastAnd make it last, yoI'm thinking about the futureThe pastWith a beat that's pumpingTo get the people to knowPeople jumpingBut saying somethingDo you know what I'm talking aboutWhen I tell you to express yourselfAnd let it all hang outCause we got what's your life?Let it all hang outLet it all hang outCause we got what's your life?Let it all hang outP-Rock, hear the tonesSo clap your handsHip-hop fansFor another definitionOf the rhythmIs what you demandPump your fistsSay yo, go, goA way to adorePossessionsIs a feeling from seasonSo for all to feelCause our feeling is realSo new jacksBut know the dealIf you can feel itShake itAnd not fake itCome on, riseYou're gonna make, make, make itTo the top of the pileGet hype, my childWhile this record's spinningI'm setting the paceFeel the bassCause the verdict is inEM's on the caseTo get you offWith the beat that's forAnd keep it, give it to yaOf courseI don't drink the stoutBut I get wide openWhen I shout, when I shoutI let it all hang outLet it all hang outLet it all hang outLet it all hang outLet it hang outCause we got, what's your life?Let it all hang outLet it all hang outCause we got, what's your life?Let it all hang outCome onLet it all hang outLet it all hang outLet it all hang outYeahLet it all hang outCause we got, what's your life?Thank you.