Now here’s a song all about the flows
All about the plastic that’s in between my toes
All about the hip hop all about the flip-flops that i rock
And don’t ya know they are locales
I got em in hawaii yea Waikiki
But now I’m going back to Cali
Drivin with my friends gonna surf in the ocean
From Santa Cruz all the way up to Oregon
They got me laid back feelin that warm tap
Slappin to the bottom of my feet
And jamming on the beach yea rappin to the beat
I’m gonna take off my shirt and get myself a tan (what?)

So get up get up and get down (get down)
Get your flip flops off the ground
You gotta get your flip flops off the ground
And jump jump well everybody

Everything's gonna be alright
As we're dancing in the sun light
(We’re representing cmon cmon)
From the west coast
(We’re representing cmon cmon)
To the east coast
I said everythings gonna be ok cuz I’m the emcee
But where’s the DJ?

Yes, yes ya’ll rock rock ya’ll non stop ya’ll
Check it out ya’ll
Portland, Oregon, Seattle, Washington
Chi-town, Inglewood, New York, Boston
West coast, East coast, Pacific ocean
Stopped at the atlantic just to stick my toe in
Rode in airplanes, subways, taxis, ferries,
Trains all the way across the usa
From Nashville to Memphis, Atlanta, St. Louis
Ran a marathon and got first in the US
From Texas to Phoenix to Cairo in Egypt
The belly dancers danced as I ran with achievement
In sync with the flips of the flops that I rock
I stopped in Miami and I said “what?”

Everything's gonna be alright
From the west coast to the East coast
From LA all the way to New York City

Yes yes ya’ll rock rock ya’ll non stop ya’ll rock the mic


Written by Paul Wright. © 2003 EMACK MUSIC/Take A Stand Music (ASCAP) admin by EMI CMP