:38:00
## And I'm tight like spandex ##
:38:02
## What I do with my hands next ##
:38:04
## Like, check,
making all the crabs cream ##
:38:06
## This young Harlem child
put it down like bling ##
:38:10
[Crowd Cheering]
:38:11
[Crowd Cheering]
:38:15
Dang, the crowd is louder...
:38:17
than when the football team
was on the field.
:38:18
'Cause down here,
it's about the marching bands, dog.
:38:21
Halftime is game time.
:38:23
Sean: Percussion!
Last words of advice...
:38:25
for our young 'uns on-line.
:38:26
You drop your sticks,
don't reach down and pick 'em up.
:38:28
Just keep moving your hands.
:38:30
I don't never drop my sticks.
:38:33
Kid, you about to step...
:38:34
in front of thousands of people.
:38:36
The crowd. The lights. It's scary...
:38:39
even for a hothead like you.
:38:41
Yeah, I bet you it's even scarier
for somebody with a wack solo.
:38:44
What?
:38:46
I ain't mumblin'.
:38:50
You want my solo?
:38:52
Take it.
:38:53
What?
:38:54
Yo, son, you don't even
want to tell me that.
:38:57
It's all you, son.
:38:58
Come with it.
:39:03
Dude, what are you doing?
:39:05
He'll freeze up
like any other freshman.
:39:07
His ass needs to be broken.
:39:10
All right, Panthers...
:39:11
let's start this season off right.
:39:14
One band, one sound.
:39:15
Band: A&T!
:39:26
Whoo! Ha ha!
:39:44
P.A.: This is the moment
you've all been waiting for.
:39:46
Get on your feet...
:39:47
and be prepared
for the baddest band...
:39:49
in the land...
:39:51
the A&T Marching Panthers...
:39:53
putting it down dirty-South style!
:39:55
The A.T.L. is in the house!