(I stop) I really don't care about those carbon copies Don't Bobby, don't stop (I stop) I really don't care about those other copies Don't stop Bobby, don't
(I stop) I really don't about those other carbon copies Don't Bobby, don't stop (I stop) I really don't care those other carbon copies Don't Bobby, don't stop (I stop)
Yo, I'm the microphone Any you get me on or let me on My ambi-once is one beyond Then my song is a correspond with the
Experi-once the My is really on, wonder Twin powers activate Put the on, I can take on any shape, form or weight, shape of Activation Voltron
Imagine all the microphones in the world I it on Imagine the next MC step to me gettin' on You can ask the girl about the bed we did it on I hit it from the to Marvin Gaye's, 'Let's Get it On'
Don't get it wrong, give it a thong, she put it on, in Sippin' Don Periogne, Don, fillet mignon Long horns stick and move until the cameras on Until the cameras are gone there on, dusk till dawn
Get your on Now put your panties on Thank you for cooperation Rahzel, on your Hot 97
(I stop) I really don't care about those carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, stop (I stop) I really don't care about those other carbon Don't Bobby, don't stop (I stop)
Oh what's Rahzel? trying to sing? Don't worry baby, you grow up gonna be a star!
Yo, I'm one of the illest to ever turn the mic on Let me download my sound, catalog the Turn website on WWW dot d-d-dot sitcom
Got girl buck naked on the cover, right on 3-D visually on your CD-ROM EP-ROM, erasable, and only Memory accessible you're PC's on
We can for your soul like Ki Yong Song We can battle for your girl Rae Dawn Chong Yo you're mother's so fat she wears a three thong of polyester-cryllic, rip stop nylon
With a Skully cap that stretches three feet 98 degrees outside, with a on I play you and your mom like Kong this out
I really don't care about those carbon copies stop Bobby, don't stop (I stop) I really don't care about those other copies stop Bobby, don't stop
(I stop) I really don't care about those other copies Don't stop Bobby, don't (I stop) I really don't care those other carbon copies stop Bobby, don't stop (I stop)
Yo we got the hottest, wildest optic Double O 7 James Bond, talkin' in your shit Watch this, shit Topless, there's no way you could this, spotless
Keep the flame up in the or be [Incomprehensible] On some New on the Block shit My man is nothin' but profit you keep secrets and gossip
The Officer, the out, President, call me Lou Gosset This is for the who pop shit Frontin' you got shit, PHD, without the doctrate
If it wasn't for break beats, you'd be over my shit Often on stage, the Super DJ 2000 per minute, with an arcade Round 1 fight, Street Fighter 3, pro tours an upgrade
the paramedics to Fed-Ex some first aid My cahlistenics been since first grade We can battle in the or the hallway We can take the shit to the street, off and on
We can battle you buy your Cheap ass clothes in front of We can battle in the seat Of your motherfuckin'
I really don't care about those other carbon Don't Bobby, don't stop (I stop) I really don't care about those other carbon Don't stop Bobby, don't
(I stop) I really don't care about those other carbon Don't Bobby, don't stop (I stop) I really don't about those other carbon copies Don't stop Bobby, stop (I stop)
We're on time to get down movin' on It's to get down
movin' on It's to get down movin' on It's to get down
We're on It's time to get movin' on It's to get down