Hoofin' For Horse

Man, when it comes to tap dancin',
the cats on the sidewalk outside Minton's
put Ginger and Fred to bed.

Baby Laurence and Ground Hog,
L.D., Fred and Sledge,
The Step Brothers, Buddy Briggs 

no one can touch them fine hoofers 
they're bad motherfuckers
with a bad horse to shoe!

Most of the hoofers in Harlem
be dancin' for drugs,
not accolades or acclaim, baby.

They were black and couldn't hope
to get no break dancing
that glitzy Hollywood shit.

But the honky cats sho nuff
stole their stuff and pranced apace 
just like they did with the music.

But what music they made! Man!
Their dealers'd watch 'em
dancin' for change,

give 'em free horse,
take their side of black hide,
for a fine performance.

There'd be a crowd all around
and Baby Laurence and Ground Hog
would really get down!

There's a lot of grovellin'
in those steps, baby,
a lot of grovellin'.

But they were like drummers
drummin' up pride
and I loved to listen and watch.

I learned a lot from those cats 
especially after I got my jones,
heard the long, low cry,
the rattle
of the bones.