For all the late night peoples out therenRock rock y'all.. nRock rock y'all.. nRock y'all.. nRock y'all.. n.. and let's do it!nnYou know there comes a time in everybody's life whennwe just need a little bit of guidancenYou know we get a little lost in the fognand it sort of impedes our visionnBut there's a way that we can figure it all outnand make it happen, make it worknnThe purpose of producin beautiful soul music is two-foldnOne is fun - two goes to mute all the roof hogsnLet's build, useful tools, find some resolution in our livesnThree's to get your groove on, but it ain't like there's nonparticular order, this ain't a true/false, answer only part of itnEverything's got an art to itnSo we bottle it, market it, it don't hold waternwell then we sharpen it, carve a little niche where we can all existnas ourselves, not our salesnDespite our ails (OOH DO TELL!)nCause I can't part with the alcohol, no doubt bruhnAnd on that note, I'm like my Southpaw GrandpahnHe used to get his lamp on, he used to giggle at TamponsnAnd I'm probably not supposed to talk about that partnwho cares though that's not importantnI really broke all the sample laws with this damn songnso now I'm an outlawnBut it's time, we started talkin havin dialogue and bein honestnWhat's the other options - walk around, bottled up all hot and botherednMakin assumptions and nothin gets accomplishednCan we set it off properly please?nn[Chorus] nLyrics Born (repeat 2X)nTo the people, the peoplenTo the people, the peoplenTo the people people peoplenTo the people (You're HOTT)nnYeah.. feelin good.. (rock rock .. rock rock y'all)nnThe purpose of producin beautiful soul music is two-foldnOne is fun - two goes to glue all the loopholesnMusic is fuel, to get us where we goin in our livesnThree is still to groove on, but it ain't like there's anparicular void, that's true though, that's my whole argumentnThat's where I'm at, there's where I've always beennCause we've made accomplishments, we just need to proceednwith the utmost confidence - so, whether that encompasses younsigning up with your community nautilusnBuy a couple joggin suits, hop up on that pommel horsenand burn some ounces off your gluts, your upper abdominalsnOpenin offices, in major metropolisesnGet some flossy cards, your logo embossed on emnNot the cost effective modelsnwhere you gotta cross the old pager number off the bottomnand draw, all kinds of lines all across itnand write your mom's spot, on top, and along the side of emnlike, Aww man, my pencil's not sharp -- know what?nLet me, let me just get your card, tightnAlso, is it possible, can you run me by a Jack in the Box?nLike I should, open office, minimize lossesnReinvest profits, we refine the processnby readin all the options, keepin all we promisednSo we not caught up, all the fellas with the pants downnladies caught topless, showin they casabasnIgnore that garbage, that was just some old nonsensenStrictly off the top shit, measurin the progressnThe heart has the yardstick, anything else? Uhh yes..nnrock rock y'all.. a rock rock y'all.. and let's do it!nChorus 2X w/ variationsn[Lyrics Born]nYeahnThis is the message that I'm tryin to get out to all the peoplen(What's that?) Just that we gotta stay positive, why'know?nKeep it (HOTT) Yeah (KEEP IT HOTT)nThat's right, keep it sizzlin (REAL HOTT)nWhat? (REALLY HOTT)nHehe.. SSSSSSSSSS (SSSSSSSSSSS)n(KNOW WHAT I MEAN?)nnah rock rock y'all (2X)nrock y'all, ah rock rock y'allnrock y'all, and let's do it!