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So I woke up this morning and as I start yawning
That (milk milk) pouring into my bowl, And I thought to myself (thought thought to myself) That I need to take a trip to the grocery store- 'Cause the bread is low, and the chicken I was eatin with the mash potatoes need (A little bit of gold) Oops wrong song lyric meant a lil' bit of pepper, Stepped out of the crib with the bear claw slippers. Robe tied, tight chest, no chest hair Store close at 4 so I gotta get there 'Cause it's like 3:50 and I'm just waking up And it takes 5 minutes just to get to the front! Now I'm standing in long lines, Lady with the baby probably buying some dog food Dog probably crazy on a daily basis, My days be like this cause I got to the register and then the store closed Yo what up man? If you cool what you do? Warm it up then I can't hold it 'cause it's hot Put it down then I left my kids at daycare Pick em up then I'm tryna buy some new shit What you tryna spend? All I got is five dollars So you broke, man? I thought I had ten dollars So you broke then. TV dinner on the counter Warm it up then, warm it up man, warm it up then (Uh) Come get some, you little bums I got alot and you can't get none That ice cream truck just left If you run you can catch, but it's out 'Cause I got the last one- But I got a box of cones that I'm willing to sell I'll sell the ice cream too, two scoops for a bill I could build a sand castle without bringing a pail and go catfish fishin And come up with a whale, but-but you know what? That was easy as hell Well maybe not the line about me catching a whale But if I did it then it's nothing and I did it as well Probably easy as it is to move slow for a snail Did you know I made this beat with my mouth and a bell? Just a F.Y.I., I'm F.L.Y. and for those that can't spell I'm a pretty swell guy I caught a lot of fish, I think I have a fish fry Yo what up man? If you cool what you do? Warm it up then I can't hold it 'cause it's hot Put it down then I left my kids at daycare Pick em up then I'm tryna buy some new shit What you tryna spend? All I got is five dollars So you broke, man? I thought I had ten dollars So you broke then. TV dinner on the counter Warm it up then, warm it up man, warm it up then |
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One two, lace up my shoes
Three to the four, when I stepped out the door Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again It's like one two, lace up my shoes Three to the four, when I stepped out the door Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again What it is, what it is, come check the noise It's the new black version of the Beastie Boys Chucky, Mikey, some dudes don't like me Don't care, I'm dope, they lame so bite me Find a rock to kick or a bridge to jump off I'm popular and you not (yessir) I'm on the dyno with the black mags Smooth as the vinyl in the black bag Stumble like the wino with the brown bag In his right hand, around town again I am keepin cool like it's goin outta style Stickin to the program kickin it with no hands (kickin) That's what I do been doin for a while Homie not a wack thread on me Size 10 Jedis Obi Wan Kanobi And I'm Anakin And I'm ramblin So bladabladabla to the chorus and One two, lace up my shoes Three to the four, when I stepped out the door Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again It's like one two, lace up my shoes Three to the four, when I stepped out the door Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again Chuck was dope but Chuck is cold As a ice cream cone in a Iceland snowstorm Feelin like a ceiling fan blowing out the window Midway city is the city where wind blows Fairly cold, 'frigerator buried with a little bit of gold '85 Bears jersey Infra red Spike Lee Jordan number fours Bow for a second then I pause for applause Check it out if it's froze let it thaw Let it rain clear it out that's the proper protocol When I steps on the court with the ball on the floor You dribbilin around just bein a ball hog Uh, I got my kicks out my locker If I ain't got the shot then I dish to my partner Step behind the arc I cross I Byron Scott-er If you want it I got it drippin like water One two, lace up my shoes Three to the four, when I stepped out the door Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again It's like one two, lace up my shoes Three to the four, when I stepped out the door Five six, kick a lil somethin with the Cool Kids then we do it again |
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Break it, bop it, niggas beat box it
I do what I do like I do it for TV I guess what I'm doing I'm doing to keep the Shoes on my feet sweeter than sweet pea So you sucka MCs really can't outstep me I grab em like I rock em from nine to five Self-employed, kickin ? is my hobby and job Easy rock beats with bass, ladies callin me Rob Bass, bass, bass, bass I'm on my '88 shit Cuban link chains and Gezel frame lens Guess Jeans, stone-washed Rockin' top 10 beats Flickin' on my fit I got my foot lookin like a '88 draft pick Is that sick? It gets sicker than the flu And sir, you came to pretend I'm you Attain you a class on how to be cool And in fact, I'm the superintendent of the school Uh, yeah and I'm back on my job I press and twist knobs Just to make your head nod All you wack rappers need to keep your day job And my work here is done, I'm a take the day off Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back (Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin) Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back (Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin) Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back We know who this be, it's me, no secrets Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence Igloos freeze, then we is You can catch us walkin on the weekend While you awkwardly breathin From all the second hand smoke Nigga, you a square Lit you at the tip, blow it in the air We don't play fair And that's a fact Separate the people from the squares Like a nicotine patch Lookie here, quite honestly You're gonna have to pardon me I'm a modern day fly machine Yes sir, that's absurd But the best word to describe would be "ah" Piffed, mad as me Which hand is free? Shake the one that is and I gotta handle my biz Until I got the achin ribs Salute to all them scally-wags and fresh kids, yes Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back (Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin) Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back (Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin) Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back We can dance if you want We can leave your friends behind Cause if your friends don't dance And if they don't dance Then they ain't no friends of mine Yo, it just hit me I'm the fresh prince And that means I'm Will And I chill with the chicks In the week on the real It might feel like a kick in the back From gorillas, but chill that's the skill that I pack Yes son, you need to rock while I do the wop Old schoolers bop cooler while we movin through the spot Dancin through the roof '88 frames on Adidas track suit Ask who? Be quiet when the game's on Cause I'm in champion ship And I going through time in my championship We cannot fall So I'm leaving you with these 3 words Yes, yes ya'll Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back (Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin) Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back (Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin) Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringin '88 back Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin Smurf it, wop it, at the bus stop and Break it, bop it, niggas beat-boxin |
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Uh. Yup. [Chuck:] Yo Mike! [Mikey:] What it is yo? I'm just chilling like a villain. Grindin' daily. 'Cause I can't get a 9 to 5. So I rhyme, I rock. Ya dig? You don't it's cool. I take ya to school. That's what I do. Yo Chuck! [Chuck:] I-I-I rock. If you don't think so. Then nigga kick rocks. With the time on the clocks. Da boom on box. You like us? Homie that's hardwash. Boombox on my shoulder. And she started walking over. Like yo. Looked me up and down. If looks could kill. Then she'd be in jail. [Mikey:] Well I hope you got the keys. She got me as well. I don't wanna let her out. 'Cause she get ill. [Chuck:] Um, but I get iller. Freeze, now take my picture. Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) [Mikey:] I got a 5.0 GT that is. Drop top roof. With the Daytons on the wheels. Got bass in the back. Back to the front. I can hit a switch. Make the trunk lift up. Let me hop in it. Let me lace my kicks. Then flip the Sidekick. Peek my options go down the list. Like mmm... not that one. Maybe tomorrow but that's after. I find out just what she's after. If it's dough then she gotta get gone. She never get a call. Like broken phones. [Chuck:] And I suppose that she gonna call me. I take her and her I'll take all three. But the truck that I'm in only got two seats And I'm in one. So you know what that means. [Mikey:] That means it's decision time. Hop in the women line. If it's 9, I'm takin' 7UP Like lemon lime. To the penthouse. So it's two left fa you Chuck [Chuck:] I ain't got no penthouse. [Mikey:] We party on the rooftops. Brand new blazers. That came from Malaysia. Grab your turntable and smack the DJ up. If he don't play us We rock it till the A.M. So you niggaz better wake up. Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) Yeah. (C'mon.) Yup. (C'mon.) |
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Pedal down the foot hills
Wheelies on the front P-p-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I got this 89-90, Pistons champ flat Bill black starter cap with the hologram tags White Mag rims, red rubber tires Chain, frame, pegs, grips, ship to my supplier Dope man attire, gimme bout an hour And I'll have it clicking, ticking, gliding, flying like McGuyver I'm a Murder Club, dope pedal rider Nigel said I'm good to get that ink on my bicep I gets, busy as a bee on my bike grips If I catwalk this sidewalk, I can fly this Bitch and I'm fly, and it's tied to the side That's the flag that I'm flying Add to the fact that it all coincides with these wheels that I'm riding 3pt Mags make you think that I'm gliding Shiiiit nigga I ain't lying I got a long rap sheet that'll say that I'm tied in Pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front P-p-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I'm on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, Dyno with the black mags, black mags Black mags Dyno with the Pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front P-p-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I'm on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, Dyno with the black mags, black mags Black mags Dyno with the I hit Chuck on the pager yo, I'm kinda bored Ain't got class til later so, open garage And I don't really know which way to go, I ain't tryna skate it though And my bikes illegal, so they send for the law But I don't care joe, I just keep on pedalin Ride past shorty light skinned with no melanin Shirt look like somebody stuffed two melons in Had to stop so I could preach like reverend I grip on the handbrake and say "What up? " I skip on the handshakes, I'm straight. What else? I got two pegs on the back, And you got two legs under your skirt So hop, we head To the Dope Pedal Headquarters You would be there if you could Chuck got the red wheels and the white mags, but it's all good I got the gold hundred spokes like Boys in the Hood With the lime green frame, dollars on the bike seat Handlebar grips is the same as my Nikes In the mold, the gold I use for my spokes And the frame, the same as I use for my chain Out! Pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front P-p-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I'm on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, Dyno with the black mags, black mags Black mags Dyno with the Pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front P-p-pedal down the foot hills Wheelies on the front I'm on the dyno with the black mags Black mags, Dyno with the black mags, black mags Black mags Dyno with the |
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So I'm sitting on the couch holding the remote
Flipping channels, I'm a rebel Eating a bowl of them Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles, Fruity Pebbles How gangsta is that? Not gangsta at all? Aw you judging me, dogg? Please, you shop at the mall Me, I shop at boutiques, limited quantity sneaks Where do these quantities be? Maybe they all on my feet But I don't get it tho, about a year ago you said my gear is wack Nigga now my gear is dope, I guess it goes full circle like a Cheerio 'Cause you rocking what I was rocking like a year ago! You said my chain was lame then you go and get a rope You clown jokesters pose for poser posters Told you when I woke up, hold it like holsters And stop while I fold the rest of my clothes up Love the hypocrites hating until you make it Wack swagga jackers but my styles ain't for the taking Nigga, you still playing Sega? I'm cooler than that guy. No red monkeys with the bapesters? I'm cooler tan that guy. What you riding on that bike for? I'm cooler than that guy. Does that belt say Star Wars? I'm cooler than that guy. Why your jeans ain't sagging? I'm cooler than that guy. You ain't smokin on the dro, cuz? I'm cooler than that guy. Where your stunna shades at, dog? I'm cooler than that guy. Man y'all niggas ain't got no buzz! I'm cooler than those guys. I'm in the crib Saturday night with my Sega, that's right Playing a game of that Street Fighter, Street Fighter, Street Fighter I guess that makes you think you cooler then me But any girl you can pull, I can pull em with ease Like the letter after D not ecstacy, It's easy to me Yes yes indeed It's hard to believe but swallow it So much game that I could put it in a bottle and sell it to lames And getting graphics in ya fade was fresh in the day But it was jacked by the losers I'm bout to say screw it and Grow a jerry curl, wear a diaper like Cupid or something else stupid And see if people do it and if they do it, then that proves it People are just losers and they'll do anything if someone cool do it But they won't do it first so I guess they not cool And it's the end of the verse so I'm chucking that deuce Nigga, you still playing Sega? I'm cooler than that guy. No red monkeys with the bapesters? I'm cooler tan that guy. What you riding on that bike for? I'm cooler than that guy. Does that belt say Star Wars? I'm cooler than that guy. Why your jeans ain't sagging? I'm cooler than that guy. You ain't smokin on the dro, cuz? I'm cooler than that guy. Where your stunna shades at, dog? I'm cooler than that guy. Man y'all niggas ain't got no buzz! I'm cooler than those guys. |
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With a little bit of gold and a pager
(repeat) Cool Kids Cool Kids Yup! Uh... Pedal down the foothills, wheelies on the front (for real Chuck?) Not for play homebro, I made those in those I skate those in these I take dough and wear em like I made those even if I don't 'cause oh I'll take those like dat (uh) Put em in my napsack, snap the top latch Four finger ring on my belt buckle strap Gotta hold up my jeans 'cause they fallin off my ass Then you gotta check these Nikes at the bottom of my pants Then you gotta check my hip cause my beepers on blast Just got it activated, you ain't even gotta ask So if my phone's off, you can page my ass So I guess what it is is I'm who I is And I'm well aware a gold rope's what I wear And they're big and they hang and they swang here to there And I'm here... With a little bit of gold and a pager (repeat) Who we are? Mikey Rocks I'm graduate of Cooley High The last day of school, threw my hat in the air with a new pair of shoes with the gum sole Posed for the class picture And I flicked like a glass fixture When the tip of your finger hits the switch So with a little bit of gold (uh) Motorola Pager Fresh haircut, clean shave with the razor It's a sickness but God is my witness Blessed with this gift since the day before Christmas I'm tryin I am nice with the science on how to stay king of the jungle just like lions I gotta stay humble and move just like a bumble bee Can't let your ingreat struggle me (no) So please no stees biting I'm just a teenager... With a little bit of gold and a pager (repeat) |
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They say if you ain't got no money take yo broke ass home
I say if you got your two dollars, then come through to my party But get bent before you come 'cause for that liquor I'll be charging And take down these directions It's right past that intersection Make a right at the light It's the first house on the left And get it, got it good You made it, I knew you would We got them drinks up in the back and them chickies looking good Hold up, here come one ayy what's yo name hun? Jackie brown, yea that pop Ayy I'm chuck, this mikey rocks And let me introduce you to some kids that you ain't used to Yep we bet that we ride bikes Carrying bones and jordan 5's Got every single color so Just in case you wonder My party's is always live As a mother is for supper and In the summer when it's hotter then the oven We the coolest kids we know So you know we into something That involve doing something With a trunk to get that bass drum pumping It's my party, so get up If you don't you getting jumped What's happening? Where's the party? Say you heard me say there's a party Right around my way So if you finna start it Then don't do nothing small Get everyone involved and Say that it's a party What's happening? Where's the party? Say you heard me say there's a party Right around my way So if you finna start it Then don't do nothing small Get everyone involved and Say that it's a party One to the two Three to the four Chuckey and mike is at yo door We don't knock We straight on that "when yo album drop" You can wait on that I don't don't like the questions you ask so Let me tell you a little about myself Everywhere I go I act an ass And if you ain't know Better go and ask At every party I hop the bar And then dance with the chicks On top of that Bartender be like, get off of that I'm like not till I get rich off of rap And I look to the left, she dipping her hips And making her lips, at me I guess And I look to the left and look to the right Point to my chest and she was like "that's right" Now let me tell you the recipe To all you niggas tryna get like me It takes a scoop of being cool And the rest will be included When you purchase my movie Cause if you knew what I knew You would prolly try to Do whatever I do Prolly move to chicago If you want instructions Then I could prolly front them Just as long as you shortys pay attention So if you ugly keep you hands by yo side But if you not then put em' in the sky And if you knowin' what it is There's a party at the crib Come and party with the kids What's happening? Where's the party? Say you heard me say there's a party Right around my way So if you finna start it Then don't do nothing small Get everyone involved and Say that it's a party What's happening? Where's the party? Say you heard me say there's a party Right around my way So if you finna start it Then don't do nothing small Get everyone involved and Say that it's a party |
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