Hey Chuck, we got some out there
Yo, we gotta do about that man Yo, we get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em what time it is
You go ooh and ahh I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Jabbar No who you are when I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, or hurrah
But the and ohhs is my kind of news Pop tape in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank I just rock the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, never too late No I'm here and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles, runs in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back makes the excel The people in the crowd the best rock well
The people in the back lets you who's whack And those who lack the are stacked The one who makes the money is white not You might not believe it but it is that
When you come to my show watch me with the other brothers toe to toe When you a move, new not used 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 in check Run by the posse the gold around the neck Homeboys in lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so can meet
Somebody to makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. South African government
Panther power, you can it in my arm Lookout I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to the house downy down to the ounce is sound the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All to the force of my swing
Like Ali Frazier, Thriller in A pinpoint point blank microphone am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To I'll win and if not the save
I'll pick up, up, put your whole shack up choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's One time let the shine
And I'm tellin' you, at you you're through Don't think you're grown 'cause your grew I'm number one you know it a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun,
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on down to my sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time mind Rhythm roll, two times The mauler and the caller of doom And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and you'll that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never the whack It's the hour to the minute, to blow black