Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we do somethin' about that 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 kind of Pop your in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm left the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to 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 on the back makes the best excel The in the crowd makes the best rock well
The people in the back lets you know whack And those who the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is not black You might not believe it but it is like
When you to my show watch me throw Down with the brothers toe to toe When you a move, new not used And watch the bro 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 'cause he chokes on
In the crew's in check Run by the posse with the gold around the in heat lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can
Somebody to body makin' a Givin' it to grandma an' her crazy 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 about Makin' much while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the downy down Bounce to the ounce is the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my
Ali Frazier, Thriller in Manila A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To prove win and if not the save
I'll pick up, up, put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, emcee 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 mustache I'm number one you know it a ton And be the burger you can be the bun, girl
my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound And the rhythm rhyme one time your mind roll, two times control The mauler and the caller of your And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna I go boom
Three times rhythm rhyme and rock you'll that the D is on the block Four y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to blow