Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we gotta do 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 Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are I'm up to par I go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of Pop tape 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 to peek A and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, it's too late No fear I'm here and everything is
Cycles, cycles, life runs in New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best well
The people in the lets you know who's whack And who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not You might not it but it is like that
you come to my show watch me throw Down with the brothers toe to toe you make a move, new not used And watch the bro here just bust a
A fat soprano, loads my ammo Hear my jam a funky piano on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools he chokes on Camels
In effect the in check Run by the posse the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat lookin' for in the crowd so they can meet
Somebody to 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' dollars while the crazy one's clockin'
The to shake the house downy down to the ounce is sound the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my
Like Ali Frazier, Thriller in A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flave To prove win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put your whole up choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the not his, it's mine One let the star shine
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you through Don't think you're grown 'cause mustache 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 funky And rock the rhythm one time your mind roll, two times control The and the caller of your doom And I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and Then you'll the D is on the block Four times and never ever the whack the hour to the minute, time to blow black