

Yeah, yeah
Step to the groove on the concrete floor Heavyweight brass knockin' down
the door Bassline runnin' like a train on track
No delay, no turnin' back
Let the brass lift it up,
yeah Let it breathe
Feel
the heat of the saxophone blast We runnin' it fast,
make the feeling last (blow that horn)
We lock the pocket,
we hold the line Spitting these bars like a vintage design Sax
on the left, bass on the right Keepin' it moving all through
the night
Yeah, that's how we close it out Saxophone singing,
no shadow of a doubt
(horns fade)