Hey Chuck, we got non-believers out there
Yo, we gotta do somethin' about man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we let 'em know what time it is
You go ooh and ahh I jump in my car People treat me like Kareem Abdul No matter who you are I'm up to par I go hip hop, hurray 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 never booze 'Cause I just the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A look and you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, never too late No fear I'm here and is straight
Cycles, cycles, life runs in New is old, no, I'm not no The monkey on the back makes the 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 the money is white not black You not believe it but it is like that
When you to my show watch me throw Down with the other toe to toe When you make a move, new not And watch the bro here bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, my ammo Hear my jam with a funky on the wall but hard on the panel A fool smokes Kools 'cause he chokes on
In effect the in check Run by the posse with the gold around the Homeboys in heat for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can
Somebody to body a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. South African wrecker
power, you can feel it in my arm Lookout I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy clockin'
The rhythm to shake the downy down Bounce to the ounce is the crown The man, the enemy, King, no thing All fall to the force of my
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A pinpoint blank microphone killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To prove I'll win and if not the
I'll pick up, up, put your whole shack up Just choose to lose the bet, emcee up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's One time let the shine
And I'm tellin' you, at you you're through Don't you're grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And be the burger you can be the bun, girl
my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound And the rhythm rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll, two control The mauler and the caller of doom And when I'm to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and Then that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never the whack It's the to the minute, time to blow black