Hey Chuck, we got non-believers out there
Yo, we gotta do somethin' that man Yo, we gotta get Yo, we gotta let 'em what time it is
You go ooh and ahh I jump 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 kind of Pop your tape in, put car in cruise I never heard the boos, I never drank 'Cause I just rock the rhythm left alone the
The L.I. mystique, you sneak to A look and then you that we're never weak I you can't wait, it's never too late No fear I'm and everything 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 the best rock well
The people in the back you know who's whack And those who the odds are stacked The one who makes the is white not black You not believe it but it is like that
When you come to my watch me throw Down the other brothers toe to toe you make a move, new not used And watch the bro here bust a groove
A fat soprano, loads my ammo my jam with a funky piano 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 posse with the gold the neck Homeboys in lookin' for sweet Ladies in the crowd so can meet
to body makin' a baby Givin' it to grandma an' makin' her I'm a MC protector, U.S. South African government
Panther power, you can it in my arm y'all I'm a timebomb Tickin', tockin', all about Makin' much while the crazy one's clockin'
The rhythm to the house downy down Bounce to the ounce is sound the The man, the enemy, Public King, no All fall to the of my swing
Ali Frazier, Thriller in Manila A pinpoint point microphone killer am I No to lie, got the Flavor Flave To prove win and if not the save
I'll pick up, up, put your whole shack up Just to lose the bet, emcee stick up This is the wiz but the mike's not his, mine One let the star 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 know it a ton And I'll be the burger you can be the bun,
my steady poundin', get on down to my funky sound And rock the rhythm rhyme one time your Rhythm roll, two times 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 y'all and ever the whack the hour to the minute, time to blow black