Hey Chuck, we got some out there
Yo, we gotta do somethin' about man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we let 'em know what time it is
You go ooh and ahh I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Jabbar No who you are when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, or hurrah
But the ahhs and is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put car in cruise I never the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A look and then you that we're never weak I know you can't wait, never too late No I'm here and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles, life runs in New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back makes the excel The people in the crowd the best rock well
The people in the back you know who's whack And who lack the odds are stacked The one who the money is white not black You not believe it but it is like that
When you come to my watch me throw with the other brothers toe to toe When you make a move, new not And the bro here just bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, loads my Hear my jam with a piano Easy on the but hard on the panel A fool Kools 'cause he chokes on Camels
In effect the crew's in Run by the posse with the gold the neck Homeboys in lookin' for sweet Ladies in the so they can meet
to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. African government wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy clockin'
The to shake the house downy down Bounce to the is sound the crown The man, the enemy, King, no thing All to the force of my swing
Like Ali Frazier, Thriller in A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To I'll win and if not the save
pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up Just to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's One let the star shine
And I'm you, yelling at you you're through think you're grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you know it a ton And be the burger you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your roll, two times control The mauler and the caller of doom And when I'm to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and Then you'll that the D is on the Four times y'all and never the whack the hour to the minute, time to blow black