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 betcha go hip hop, hurray or
But the ahhs and ohhs is my of news Pop your tape in, put your car in I heard the boos, I never drank booze 'Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and then you know that we're weak I you can't wait, it's never too late No fear I'm here and is straight
Cycles, cycles, runs in cycles New is old, no, I'm not no The on the back makes the best excel The people in the crowd makes the best well
The people in the lets you know who's whack And those who lack the are stacked The one who makes the is white not black You might not believe it but it is like
When you come to my show watch me with the other brothers toe to toe When you a move, new not used And the bro here just bust a groove
A fat lady soprano, loads my Hear my jam with a funky Easy on the wall but hard on the A fool smokes Kools 'cause he chokes on
In effect the crew's in Run by the with the gold around the neck Homeboys in heat for sweet Ladies in the crowd so 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 about Makin' much dollars the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to shake the house 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 point blank microphone killer am I No need to lie, got the Flavor To prove I'll win and if not the
pick up, rack up, put your whole shack up Just choose to 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 think you're 'cause your mustache grew I'm number one you it weighs a ton And I'll be the you can be the bun, girl
Surroundin' my steady poundin', get on down to my sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one your mind roll, two times control The and the caller of your doom And when I'm ready to leave, gonna know I go boom
times y'all 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, time to blow