Lyrics
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeperInto this thingThe deeper I go, the more knowledge I knowWhat to sing, what to bringWhat?I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeperDeeper, deeper into the vibeWhat? Ah
Why?What?
Why?
Ones, the ones, the ones that say they know what is whatBut they don’t know what is what, they just strutWhat the fuck? What?
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deepI get deeper into this thingAnd I pretend that they’re not thereI just stareUp in the booth at the dread man, spinning the songSpinning it strongPlaying things like “When Can Our House Begin”That’s my shit, what? Woo!
I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, I get deeperWhen people start to disappearAnd it’s about six o’clockWoo, I’m feeling hotTake off my sweater and my pantsAnd I start to danceAnd all the sweat just goes down my faceAnd I pretend that there’s nobody there but me in this placeI get deep, yo, I get deep, what? Woo!
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
When you take all the bass out the song and all you hear is highsAnd it’s like, oh, shit!Ah, I get deepI get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deep
And the rhythm flows through my blood like alcoholAnd I get drunk and I’m falling all over the placeBut I catch myself right on timeRight in line with the beatAnd it’s so sweet, sweet, sweet, sweetI get deepI get deepI get deep
Why, if house music was airThen “Dr. Love” would be my songAnd I would only take deep breathsAnd fill my lungs with the rhythm, with the bassI get deepI get deep
Now it’s about three A.M. and I see people doing pliésSpinning, jumping and grindingAs if they had wings on their feet
Raising both hands in the airAs if Jesus was a DJ himselfSpinning those funky, funky, funky house beats
And in this temple we all pray in unity for the same thingsRhythmatic pause without causeBass from those high definition speakersSitting in the corner on each side of the roomGiving us the boom boom boom to our zoom zoom zoomThe smell of a L hit while walking byBut the music gets me high
Sanctified like an old lady in churchWe get happyWe stomp our feetWe clap our handsWe shout, we cry, we dance and we say“Sweet Lord, speak to me!”Speak to me, speak to me, speak to me
Because we love house musicAnd on this night it brings us togetherLike a family reunion every weekWe eat, we drink, we laugh, we play, we speakSo for all you hip-hoppers, you do-woppersName droppers, you pill-poppersCome into our house to get deepWhat?
To get deep
I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeperInto this thingThe deeper I go, the more knowledge I knowWhat to sing, what to bringWhat?I get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeperDeeper, deeper into the vibeWhat? Ah
Chilling in the corner at the shelter all by myselfChecking it out, I’m not dancing no more butWhy? Why? Why? What?