Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we do somethin' about that man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we gotta let 'em what time it is
You go ooh and ahh when I in my car People me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, hurray or
But the and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put your car in I heard the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and then you know that never weak I know you wait, it's never too late No fear I'm and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles, life in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the rock well
The people in the lets you know who's whack And who lack the odds are stacked The one who the money is white not black You might not it but it is like that
When you come to my watch me throw Down with the 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 funky 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 around the neck Homeboys in heat for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can
to body makin' a baby Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. South African government
power, you can feel it in my arm Lookout I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about Makin' much dollars the crazy one's clockin'
The to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A point blank microphone killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To I'll win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole up Just choose to the bet, emcee stick up is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's mine One time let the shine
And I'm you, yelling at you you're through Don't think you're 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And I'll be the you can be the bun, girl
my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times The mauler and the caller of your And I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three y'all rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll the D is on the block Four times and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to black