Hey Chuck, we got some non-believers out
Yo, we gotta do somethin' that man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we gotta let 'em know time it is
You go ooh and ahh when I in my car People treat me like Kareem Jabbar No who you are when 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 rock the rhythm left alone the blues
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A and then you know that we're never weak I know you can't wait, never too late No fear I'm and everything is straight
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 know who's And who lack the odds are stacked The one who makes the money is white not You might not believe it but it is like
When you come to my watch me throw with the other brothers 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 a funky piano on the wall but hard on the panel A smokes Kools 'cause he chokes on Camels
In effect the crew's in Run by the posse with the 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' makin' her 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 rockin' Makin' much dollars while the crazy one's
The rhythm to shake the house downy to the ounce is sound the crown The man, the enemy, King, no thing All to the force of my swing
Like Ali Frazier, in Manila A pinpoint point blank killer 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 whole up Just choose to lose the bet, stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine One time let the shine
And I'm tellin' you, at you you're through think you're grown 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you know it 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 rhyme one time your mind Rhythm roll, two times The mauler and the caller of doom And when I'm ready to leave, gonna know I go boom
Three times rhythm rhyme and rock Then that the D is on the block Four times y'all and never ever the It's the hour to the minute, to blow black