Hey Chuck, we got non-believers out there
Yo, we do somethin' about that man Yo, we get stupid Yo, we let 'em know what time it is
You go ooh and ahh I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul No who you are when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my of news Pop tape in, put your car in cruise I never the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A look and then you know we're never weak I know you can't wait, it's 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 best The people in the crowd makes the rock well
The people in the back you know who's whack And those who lack the are stacked The one who makes the money is not black You might not it but it is like that
you come to my show watch me throw Down the other brothers toe to toe When you a move, new not used And watch the bro here bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, my ammo Hear my jam with a piano Easy on the but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools 'cause he on Camels
In effect the crew's in Run by the posse with the gold the neck Homeboys in heat for sweet in the crowd so they can meet
Somebody to makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. South government wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm Lookout I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's
The rhythm to shake the house down Bounce to the is sound the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All to the force of my swing
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone am I No need to lie, got the Flave To I'll win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put your shack up Just choose to the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's One time let the star
And I'm you, yelling at you you're through Don't you're grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And be the burger you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time mind Rhythm roll, two control The and the caller of your doom And I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhyme and rock Then you'll the D is on the block Four times y'all and ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to black