Runfayalife lyrics

Every woman every man wanna move dem feet every woman every man love a Spearhead beat! Police in the city is shuttin all the clubs downit's lookin like a ghost townya know Mary- what we gotta do? Hell Yeah! we gotta go underground" To da place -from which we all came from house parties-they was always funremember tryin to rig a sound system everybody- would bring a donationwhen we needed- to get a turn tablemy man Zuluwould borrow one from aunt Mable set it up in the corner-turn the lights down until the mornin' (chorus)But the party ain't started till the speaker's blown NO! NO! NO!Run fa ya life!The party ain't started 'till the speaker's blownWhile he was settin up camp someone else would bring a home stereo amp with a note from they mama-"don't turn it up loud or it's a goner" sorry mama- there's no chancecause if the shit ain't bumpin'people ain't gonna dance"know what I'm sayin'" ("Turn that shit up")everybody in the place would bring a few speakers string em all toget
ha like they was sneakers and say a prayer- before we turn it on hopin that the amp- wouldn't get blown.I asked Mary watcha think of it"now we need a D.J. to work this shit" so everybody- would bring a few singles- get the beat bumpinand then start to mingle (chorus)Every woman every man wanna move dem feet every woman every man love a Spearhead beat!Every brother and every sisterwould pay respect up to the ancestorswe would dance and we would celebrateeven though we live in a police statethen the pigs- would try to make a statementwith a ticket- for noise abatement but we kept it pumpin' -till the braekadawnthen we told the copsthey gotta break the door down and today -across the nation- don't ya knowit's the same situationalotta cities lookin like a ghost town but the house party will never be shut downno no no!(chorus)Every woman every man wanna move dem feetevery woman every man love a Spearhead beat!(repeat) This one's dedicated to all the DJ's, rappers,Promoters, produ
cers who continue to throwjams in the face of adversity. PeacePeace to the informal nation. Word Up!