I was walkin´ down the avenue the other day When I heard this crazy sound It was nothing but a guy with a set of drums But he was really gettin´ down He said my name is Jack and I´m a rhythm attack
When I got a pair of sticks in hand I got savior-faire on the bass and snare And I´m here to take my stand I got juice
The next to show was a guy named Joe Came in from Kalamazoo Had a Kango cap with a real smooth rap And he knew just what to do He was an outta work bricklayer,part-time conga player Brought along a set of LP´s Don´t do a lot of talkin´,let my fingers do the walkin´ And I play just as pretty as you please I got juice
There was a guy with a bass,had a handsome face
And designer clothes all around He said I´m into threads,don´t wear Pro Keds But I can make that funky sound I play Fender Jazz,I got razz-ma-tazz I got style from head to toe It´s a funky sound that I learned uptown And I´m here to let you know I got juice
About a minute went by when another guy Showed up with an old guitar Well it hard to be from World War III Or run over by a car It don´t look like much,but it´s sweet to touch They don´t make´em like this today It´s been around,but check the sound Then see what you say I got juice
There was a dude with a bongo,came from the Congo Had a rough beat of his own He dressed real strangle,wore beads and chains But he could rock you all alone He said call me Chief and I´ve got relief For those weary dancin´ blues I got jungle heat from a primative beat And I know I´ll move your shoes,HUH-HUH I got juice
The next to show was Kurtis Blow With timbales in his hands Well I´m known for rap and I play with snap And I think you´ll understand Now I was taught to play in a different way By a dude known as Delgado He said listen to me and you soon will be
A timbale desparato I got juice
What do you say when you´re bustin´ loose JUICE,JUICE It´s good for the gander and chilly for the goose JUICE,JUICE Breakin´ out from that weekday noose JUICE,JUICE Gettin´ down on the one and up on the deuce JUICE.JUICE