Hey Chuck, we got some out there
Yo, we gotta do about that man Yo, we get stupid Yo, we gotta let 'em know time it is
You go ooh and ahh when I in my car treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are I'm up to par I go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and is my kind of news Pop tape in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and then you know that never weak I know you can't wait, it's too late No fear I'm 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 makes the rock well
The people in the back lets you know who's And those who the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not You not believe it but it is like that
When you come to my show watch me Down with the other toe to toe When you make a move, new not And watch the bro just bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, loads my Hear my jam with a piano Easy on the wall but on the panel A fool smokes Kools 'cause he 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 body makin' a Givin' it to grandma an' her crazy 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 about Makin' dollars 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
Like Ali Frazier, Thriller in A pinpoint point 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 shack up Just choose to 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, yelling at you through think you're grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And I'll be the you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on down to my sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one your mind Rhythm roll, two times The and the caller of your doom And when I'm to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm and rock Then you'll that the D is on the Four times y'all and never the whack the hour to the minute, time to blow black