Hey Chuck, we got non-believers out there
Yo, we gotta do somethin' that man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we gotta let 'em know what it is
You go ooh and ahh when I in my car People treat me like Abdul Jabbar No matter who you are I'm up to par I betcha go hip hop, hurray or
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 alone the
The L.I. mystique, you to peek A and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, never 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 rock well
The people in the back lets you who's whack And who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is not black You not believe it but it is like that
When you come to my watch me throw Down with the other toe to toe you make a move, new not used And watch the bro here bust a groove
A fat soprano, loads my ammo Hear my jam a funky piano Easy on the wall but hard on the A fool smokes Kools 'cause he on Camels
In the crew's in check Run by the posse with the around the neck Homeboys in heat for sweet Ladies in the crowd so they can
Somebody to body a baby Givin' it to an' makin' her crazy I'm a MC protector, U.S. African government wrecker
Panther power, you can it in my arm Lookout I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all rockin' Makin' much dollars the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the house downy Bounce to the ounce is sound the The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the force of my
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A pinpoint point blank killer am I No need to lie, got the Flavor To prove I'll win and if not the
I'll pick up, rack up, put your shack up choose to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, it's One time let the star
And I'm tellin' you, yelling at you through Don't you're grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm one you know it weighs a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun,
Surroundin' my poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times The mauler and the of your doom And when I'm ready to leave, gonna know I go boom
Three times y'all rhythm rhyme and Then that the D is on the block times y'all and never ever the whack It's the to the minute, time to blow black