Hey Chuck, we got non-believers out there
Yo, we gotta do somethin' 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 People treat me like Abdul Jabbar No who you are when I'm up to par I go hip hop, hurray or hurrah
But the ahhs and ohhs is my kind of Pop your in, put your 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 to peek A look and then you know that never weak I know you can't wait, it's never too No I'm here and everything is straight
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 crowd makes the best rock
The people in the lets you know who's whack And those who the odds are stacked The one who the money is white not black You might not believe it but it is like
When you come to my show me throw Down with the brothers toe to toe you make a move, new not used And watch the bro here bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, loads my Hear my jam with a funky Easy on the wall but 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 for sweet Ladies in the so they can meet
Somebody to makin' a baby Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy 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' much dollars while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the house down Bounce to the ounce is the crown The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flave To I'll win and if not the save
I'll pick up, rack up, put whole shack up choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine One time let the star
And I'm tellin' you, at you you're through Don't think you're grown 'cause your grew I'm number one you know it a ton And be the burger you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my poundin', get on down to my funky sound And the rhythm rhyme one time your mind roll, two times control The mauler and the caller of doom And when I'm to leave, you're gonna know I go boom
times y'all rhythm rhyme and rock Then you'll the D is on the block Four times and never ever the whack It's the to the minute, time to blow black