Jimmy Fallon, Justin Timberlake - History of Rap 2 lyrics

Clap your hands everybody
If you got what it takes
'Cause I'm Kurtis Blow and I want you to know
That these are the breaks

Don't push me 'cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head (ha-HA-HA-HA)
It's like a jungle sometimes
It makes me wonder how I
Keep from going under

Express yourself
I'm expressing with my full capabilities
And now I'm living in correctional facilities

Bass! How low can you go?
Death row, what a brother knows

I wanna rock right now
I'm Rob Bass and I came to get down
I'm not internationally known
But I'm known to rock a microphone
So let's go, go! (Sing it Jimmy)
It takes two to make a thing go right!
It takes two to make it out -

Yo, yo, yo baby pop baby-pop
Yeah, you come here, give me a kiss
Better make it fast or else
I'm gonna get pissed now push it
Ah, push it push it good
Ah, push it push it real good

All right, stop

Engine, engine, number 9
On the New York transit line
If my train falls off the track
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up

Insane in the membrane insane in the brain
Insane in the membrane
Crazy, insane, got no brain

(Break it down
Oh, put your hands up! Put your hands up)

Let me clear my throat! Oh!
Have mercy baby! I hope you
Don't mind! Aha aha

Whooo! Y'all gonna make me lose
My mind up in here, up in here!
Y'all gonna make me go all out!
Up in here! Up in here! Oh!

It's getting hot in here (So hot)
So take off all your clothes
I am getting so hot
I'm gonna take my clothes off

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, shawty
It's your birthday
We're gonna party like it's ya birthday
We're gonna sip Bacardi like
It's your birthday
And you know we don't really care
It's not your birthday

My baby don't mess around
Because she loves me so
And this I know for sho hey Ya! Hey Ya!

A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
A-a-a milli, a milli, a milli

All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind I can't ever get enough
And every time I step up in
The building everybody's hands go up

Teach me how to dougie
Teach me, teach me how to dougie
All the girls love me
All the, all the the girls love me
All the girls love me
You ain't messing with my dougie

(Oh! Here's a hip hop tune you know)
I think I'm Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whipping work, hallelujah
(Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy, stop!
Why do you always do that?)

Have you ever met a girl
That you tried to date
But a year to make love
She wanted you to wait?
Let me tell you a story about my situation
I was talking to this girl from the US nation
You, you got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
Oh baby, you, you got what I need (Everybody)
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
You, you got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend
Oh baby, you, you got what I need
But you say he's just a friend
But you say he's just a friend

Clap your hands everybody if you
Got what it takes (Justin: Cause I'm Justin
Jimmy: I'm Jimmy! And we want you to know)
That these are the breaks