Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we gotta do somethin' about 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 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 heard the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I rock the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A and then you know that we're never weak I know you wait, it's never too late No fear I'm here and is straight
Cycles, cycles, life in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back makes the best The people in the crowd makes the best rock
The in the back lets you know who's whack And who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the is white not black You might not believe it but it is that
you come to my show watch me throw Down with the other toe to toe When you make a move, new not And the bro here just bust a groove
A fat soprano, loads my ammo Hear my jam with a piano on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools 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
Somebody to makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her 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 while the one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the house downy Bounce to the ounce is sound the 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 need to lie, got the Flavor To prove 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, mine One let the star shine
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you through Don't think you're 'cause your mustache grew I'm one you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun,
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your roll, two times control The mauler and the caller of your And when I'm ready to leave, gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and Then you'll the D is on the block Four times y'all and never the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to black