Reeba reeba!
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Oh anytime you like, you want a hot summer's night
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The sweet smell of weed in the air - yes sir
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All the cats are hangin' on and flying like kites
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You can tell by the glass in their stare yes sir
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Any bar or pool room and the action gets rough
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A sesne of discontent in the air, yes sir
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Catch some sideways jojo that was tryin' to look tough
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You can tell them Harlem cookies ain't square, no sir
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The Ready steady kids are flippin their lids and rippin' their skids
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The Ready steady kids are pickin' their sticks and smokin' their cigs
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They're rowdy at ballgame the on a cold afternoon
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Aimin' at the ref with a can, yo man
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All them cats been workin all week, they're out for a loon
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They gettin all stuck up in a jam yo man
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The Ready steady kids are flippin their lids and rippin' their skids - look out!
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The Ready steady kids are pickin' their sticks and smokin' their cigs
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Ready steady, we're ready steady, we're ready steady, go go go go
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Oh, any old plantation on a hot summer's nite - the sweet smell of grass in the air, yes sir
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All the cats are hangin' on and flying like kites - You can tell by the glass in their glare yes sir
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[Choruses and ad-libs to end]
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