[Intro: Brass-band rap male MC, snare-heavy marching drums, trombone riff] Brass up, second line, everybody find a spot Man in the folding chair says my music ain't hot [Verse 1: Brass-band rap male MC, shouted brass-band flow, sousaphone bass] He said the bar is on the floor, anybody gets in Said these kids don't even practice, they just plug it in and grin Said the standard used to mean somethin' back when he was young Now they hand a trophy out to anybody with a lung So I said, all right, unc, if the bar is that low Grab the pole off of the table, let me see you hold it, though He stood up with his chest out, held it level with his belt Horns hit, I leaned back, slid under it myself Now he's heated, drops it down, says that one was too easy Knee high, sousaphone growlin', I go under it breezy Crowd startin' to gather, auntie set down her plate Every time he calls it trash, he makes the next one great [Hook: Brass-band rap male MC, full marching drums, trombone riff] How low can you go? Talk down, drop it lower Every time you call it trash, the crowd gets a little closer How low can you go? I'm under, I'm clear You been holdin' that pole all night and you never made it here [Verse 2: raspy female MC, full verse, shouted brass-band flow, snare-heavy drums] Lo-Lo on the line, I been waitin' on this all night Unc, you call that low? I cleared that in the second grade, right? Hold it at your ankle, I'ma flatten like a tire Shoulders on the asphalt, braids draggin' through the fire Every time you squat to drop it, I can hear your knees complain I'ma bend a whole lot further, I don't even feel the strain You said nothin' takes no talent, said it's all a lucky break Then why you sweatin' through your collar every time I make the shake? Second line behind me, they got tambourines and pans I go under with a drink and never spill it in my hands [Hook: Brass-band rap male MC, full marching drums, trombone riff] How low can you go? Talk down, drop it lower Every time you call it trash, the crowd gets a little closer How low can you go? I'm under, I'm clear You been holdin' that pole all night and you never made it here [Bridge: Brass-band rap male MC, horn dip, trombones bend down a step each bar] Lower, lower, now he's down on one knee Lower, lower, he can barely even see Lower, lower, and the street is on fire Lower, lower, he's an inch off the tire Look around the party, unc, everybody had a turn Everybody but the man who said the floor was all we'd earn [Final Hook: Brass-band rap male MC, horns blast back up, full brass-band and crowd noise] How low can you go? Talk down, drop it lower Every time you call it trash, the crowd gets a little closer How low can you go? I'm under, I'm clear You been holdin' that pole all night and you never made it here [End]
