Posse (I Need You On The Floor)

Tyree Cooper, the producer
But now it’s Scooter who are supa dupa
I’m the hard rhymer, the track attacker
The mic enforcer, the chicks checker
I am the law!
I’m the quarterback of the scene
We bring the noise and make you scream – What?!
Candyman, that’s who I am, Dave – the track attacker
The mic enforcer, the chicks checker
I’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher
In other words sucker there is no other
I’m bigger and bolder and rougher and tougher
In other words sucker I’ve got no brother
Bring the break! Lakierski materialski! Heiligeili!
Posse, I need you, I need you, I need you on the floor!
Come on! Yeah! Here we go! We need you on the floor!
Back on the track, ride on
Hard as hell, though you did not expect – What?!
Candyman, the dope jam, ice – the mad rhymer
The pitch shifter, the quick trigger
And here comes the break!
Yeah, we want some posse!
Check your watch, we’ll never stop!
Posse, donґt get asleep!
Rock to the beat, rock to the beat, rock to the beat!
Now! Hands up in the air! Come on! Aah!
We need you on the floor, everybody!
Give it up, give it up, give it up!
We need you on the floor!
Heiligeili! Ihr Schweine!