Kick Out the Jams, motherfuckers!
Im gonna kick em out
Well I feel pretty good
And I guess that I could get crazy now, baby
Cause we all got in tune
When the dressing room got hazy now, baby
I know how you want it, child,
Hot, sweet, and tight
The girls cant stand it
When youre doing it right When theyre up on the stand
And then they kick out the jams, yes
Kick out the jams, I like to kick em out
Yes Im startin to sweat
You know my shirts all wet
What a feelin
And the sound that abounds and
Resounds and rebounds off the ceiling
You gotta have it, baby
You cant do without
When you get the feelin
Youve got the sounds above
Put that mic in my hand
And let me kick out the jams
Yes, kick out the jams, got to kick em out
So you got to get it up
And then cant get enough
No you cant get enough, Miss Mackenzie
Cause it gets in your brain
It drives you insane leaping frenzy
The ...... the faster you funk
If you want to feed my rocket
Till the morning comes
Let me be who I am
And let me kick out the jams
Yes kick out the jams
I done kick em out
compositores: Robert W. Derminer, Wayne S Kramer, Dennis A. Tomich, Frederick Smith, Michael H Davis
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