Are you to throw down? Yes we are! Well, get on down like 'posed to And shake ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to down? Yes we are! Well, get on down like 'posed to And give a loc a dap when he roll through
If be a dope beat then all y'all see Get up out seat and let me see yo technique yo physique and you betta not compete Make it hot and sweaty like twenty deep in a
Never comin' cheap, creep And I hope you don't if I borrow a few things while you go to sleep I steal money from the rich and give it to the Coolio loco the ghetto witch doctor superhero
I take it from the and bring it to the front 'Cause you gotta the people what they want Now hump, do the stomp to the Big homie shake your gut as long as you get ass up
It's a party here and let me make it clear 40 is the crew, so you better come anew Ain't a damn thing change the first one And if you hear the album, go get one
Are you ready to throw Yes we are! Well, get on down like you're to And your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you ready to throw Yes we are! Well, get on down you're 'posed to And give a loc a little dap when he roll
Here come the thief on the old beat And I never knew the meaning of the word The master of disguise see the people's eyes Yet, try to deny that the man can fly
Just cook 'em all up like gumbo and block their ass Mutumbo 'Cause your album off the charts like Dumbo We are new and improved to make you put on boogie shoes K.C. and the Sunshine Band, or the Wu-Tang Clan
I go way back like Vegas, Nixon, It's the tennis players fat box on the crossfader Now what if hip hop was like Humpty sittin' on the wall? And what if hip hop had to take a fall?
And what if rhyme was a crime and each and time That you spit a dope line you have to do some time? Most of clowns will be tryin' to skip town But Coolio be ready for the showdown
Are you to throw down? Yes we are! Well, get on like you're 'posed to And shake your ass on the carpet the old school
Are you ready to throw Yes we are! Well, get on like you're 'posed to And pass the joint to the loc when he roll
If the fit, put it on and stick And if your ass cash, don't let your mouth write no check Fools be in the bars with a switch Uppercuts and kicks with Weird Al Yankovich
From Tokyo to Sojo, wit the 4-0 This hip hop I'm holdin' I'll make it move your coat the Vandino, everything but rhyme's broken Breakin' a nigga with position at the open
You understand how I do it, I'm just true to it I let my pen across the paper like it was made affluent Uh, let it ring, let it rip Everybody holler Marvin Gaye But don't you let the skip
the watch, 'cause the party don't stop Till the neighborhood watch call the It's the ass festival, coast line veteran Once droppin' bombs on yo section
Are you ready to throw Yes we are! Well, get on down like 'posed to And your ass on the carpet like the old school
Are you to throw down? Yes we are! Well, get on down like 'posed to And pass the brew to the loc when he through
Are you ready to down? Yes we are! Well, get on down like you're to And shake your ass on the carpet the old school
Are you ready to throw Yes we are! Well, get on like you're 'posed to And give a loc a little dap when he roll through,