Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we do somethin' about that man Yo, we get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know what it is
You go ooh and ahh I jump 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 and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put your car in I never the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A look and then you that we're never weak I know you can't wait, it's never too No I'm here and everything is straight
Cycles, cycles, life in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back makes the excel The in the crowd makes the best rock well
The in the back lets you know 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 like
you come to my show watch me throw Down the other brothers toe to toe When you a move, new not used And watch the bro here just a groove
A fat lady soprano, my ammo Hear my jam with a piano 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 with the around the neck Homeboys in lookin' for sweet Ladies in the so they can meet
to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. African government wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the house down Bounce to the ounce is sound the The man, the enemy, Public King, no All to the force of my swing
Ali Frazier, Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point blank killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To I'll win and if not the save
pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, stick up This is the wiz but the not his, it's mine One time let the shine
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you through Don't think you're grown 'cause your grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And I'll be the you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times The mauler and the caller of doom And when I'm ready to leave, you're gonna I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm and rock Then you'll that the D is on the times y'all and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to blow