Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we gotta do somethin' 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 Jabbar No matter who you are I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, or hurrah
But the and ohhs is my kind of news Pop your in, put your car in cruise I never heard the boos, I drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and then you 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 in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back the best excel The people in the makes the best rock well
The people in the back lets you know 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 like
When you come to my show watch me Down with the brothers toe to toe When you a move, new not used And watch the bro 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 effect the in check Run by the with the gold around the neck in heat lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so can meet
Somebody to body a baby Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. South African government
Panther power, you can it in my arm y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the downy down Bounce to the is sound the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the of my swing
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A pinpoint point blank microphone am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To prove win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put your shack up Just choose to lose the bet, emcee up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine One time let the star
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you through Don't think grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm one you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the you can be the bun, girl
my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time mind Rhythm roll, two control The mauler and the of your doom And I'm ready to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll that the D is on the Four times and never ever the whack It's the hour to the minute, time to black