You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
I know some peoples in the party armed and dangerous
You act like you want it, you gon' end up gettin' it
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Stressin' to me how it's all about a dollar sign
If it bang, them gettin' busy brothers probably involved
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
Let's get 'em up high, c'mon
But recognize young bruh, I'ma do it for you
Niggaz know, ain't no tellin' what he gon' do
Or trade some of y'all equipment in for somethin' you need
Don't wanna do the Ruben Studdard and come off less threatenin'
He got the mic in his hand, so keep the heat up your sleeve
When that adrenaline get in they system
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
Dig the way you out of line, out of sight and out of mind
We lose the grip of what, garbage mean
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
I guess you probably a thug, you boss ballin' or what?
Learn the rules lil' homey, you could be one too
High, get 'em up high, c'mon
High, uh-huh high, c'mon
Young ladies in the house, be proud of yours
I run a triathalon, you wouldn't see me fatigued
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Holdin' somethin' in they spine, "Bowling for Columbine"
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
Twist some cool champagne, I'm goin' through changes
High, lift 'em up high, c'mon
Go all-star, and get down for yours
Go all-star, and get down for yours
Up against the clock and damn near out of time
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
Go all-star, and get down for yours
You know why? We all stars and we highly evolved
Go all-star, and get down for yours
I'm deprogrammin' y'all with uncut slang shit
Cincinatti, Los Angeles or Harlem
In the game, where everybody got a shottie to draw
Hip-Hop, it's not pop like Kylie Minogue
It's Black Thought, he rockin' sharp so the speakers'll bleed
Ain't it blowin' your mind how the game all in line
Where everybody's a star, and hot shit is few and far between
I love you for who you are, every bit of you's a falling star
Yo, ain't it strange how the newspapers play with the language?
High, get 'em up high, c'mon
High, get 'em up high, okay
Everybody wants to shine, till the sun [Incomprehensible]
Kids call theyself killers let they hammers do the talkin'
And you dream of floodin' the scenery with, llello and greenery
Go all-star, and get down for yours
Go all-star, and get down for yours
I'm a star, and maybe y'all should cop somethin' to be
High, lift 'em up high, okay
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
Don't even know the meaning of life, ain't seen a thing
Everybody is a star, everybody is a star
Wonder how, you lift it up, be only 17
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
"The Tipping Point" has arrived, and that's the bottom line
High, lift 'em up high, okay
I know you knew it it's the movement, groove to it while you doin' it up
To all my peoples that's stars, it's our time to shine
'Cause it's a, lot of bullshit floodin' the scene
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
I'd tell you that I was a veteran but it's evident
It get 'em out on a quest for stardom
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
Could be a motherfuckin' problem in Philly
'Cause handsome, intelligent, tough, I'm all the above
I can't call it man, I got the ladies fallin' in love
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
Keepin' it real'll kill you if you end up lettin' it
High, lift 'em up high, okay
Go all-star, and get down for yours
A grown-ass man, I done paid my dues
You got the, Roots crew with the sound of course
Go all-star, and get down for yours
And like e'rybody he wanna shine, young brothers on the grind
But for now, you stickin' her with the heavy machinery
Introducin' the band you gotta see to believe
Now the best, to the rest, we fin' to end up settin' it
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
To the ladies in the house, be proud of yours
Shorties wanna be theyself, I know it's hard to be
