Lyrics:

Well it's 50 cups of coffee and you know it's on

I move the crowd to the break of break of dawn

Can't rock the house without the party people

Cause when we're gettin down we are all equal

There's no better or worse between you and me

But I rock the mic so viciously

Like pins and needles and words that sting

At the blink of an eye I will do my thing

It's Like a needle in the cartridge when the record spins

Like diggin down deep in the record bins

Everybody gettin down make no mistake

Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8



Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan

Super Disco Disco Breakin'

Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan

Super Disco Disco Breakin'



Sometimes I like to brag sometimes I'm soft spoken

When I'm in Holland I eat the pannenkoeken

World is the the spice you bring the sauce

You can kiss my ass you funky boss

Now that you got what you want, you want more

I'll be with the hammer and the nail at your door

With these funky beats I be goin' head huntin'

Shouts to my peeps let me know if you feel something

Cause I can give you all you need

A little beat for the rhythm and some words to read

Let me tell you now that's my favorite shit

And when I got a new rhyme I just say it

So Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan

Super Disco Disco Breakin'

Money Makin Money Money Makin Manhattan

Super Disco Disco Breakin'