Hey Chuck, we got some out there
Yo, we gotta do somethin' that man Yo, we get stupid Yo, we let 'em know 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 go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and is my kind of news Pop your tape in, put car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank 'Cause I just rock the rhythm alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and then you know that we're weak I you can't 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 makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best rock
The people in the back you know who's whack And those who lack the are stacked The one who makes the money is not black You might not believe it but it is that
When you come to my show me throw Down 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, my ammo Hear my jam with a funky Easy on the but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools he chokes on Camels
In the crew's in check Run by the posse with the around the neck Homeboys in heat lookin' for Ladies in the crowd so they can
Somebody to body makin' a Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. South government wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much dollars the crazy one's clockin'
The to shake the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is sound the The man, the enemy, King, no thing All fall to the of my swing
Like Ali Frazier, Thriller in A point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flavor To I'll win and if not the save
pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, emcee up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine One let the star shine
And I'm tellin' you, at you you're through Don't think you're grown your mustache grew I'm one you know it weighs a ton And be the burger you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on down to my sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your Rhythm roll, two times The and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave, you're know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm and rock Then that the D is on the block Four times and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to blow