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Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin,
I came to win, battle me that′s a sin. I won′t tear my sack up, punk you better back up, try an play the role, and the whole crew will act up Get up, stand up, c′mon put your hands up, if you got the feelin, jump across the ceiling. Muggs let the funk flow, someone′s talkin junk yo, I bust em in the eye, then I take the punks ho Feelin, funkin, amps in the trunk and I got more ryhmes than the cop′s at a Dunkin, donut shop, sure enough I got props from the kids on the hill, and my mom and my pops I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around Jump Around 3x Jump up, Jump up and get down Jump (chant 17x) I′ll serve your ass like John Mchenroe, if your girl steps up I′m smackin the ho. Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs, I got more ryhmes than a bibles got psalms. And just like the botical son I return, anyone steppin to me you′ll get burned Cause I got lyrics which you ain′t got none, if ya come to battle, bring a shotgun But if ya do your a fool cause i do to the death, tryin to step to me you take your last breath. I got the skill, come get your feel, cause when I shoot, I shoot to kill. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) I′m the cream of the crop, I rise to the top, I never eat the pig, cause the pig is a cop Or better yet a terminator, like Arnold Shwrezeneger, trying to play me out as if my name was zeger. But I ain′t goin out like no punk bitch, get used to one style, yo and I might switch it up up and around then buck buck get down, put out your head then you wake up in the dawn of the day. I′m comin to get ya, I′m comin to get ya, spittin out lyrics, homie I′m with ya. I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around. (Chorus) |
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To da one on da flam
boy it's tough I just toss that ham on the fryin pan like spam it's done when I come in slam damn, I feel like the son of sam don't make me wrek shit wit a automatic got me goin' likke general electric damn the lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin' it's all over when go out drinkin' OH makin' my mind slow, that's why I don't fuck with the big four-oh bro, I got ta' maintain cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane chorus: insane in da membrane insane in da brain! (repeat 4x) Do my shit undercover now it's time for for the blubba blaba to watch dat belly get fatter fat boy on a diet don't try it I'll check your ass like a looter in a riot much too fast like a sumo slammin' dat ass leavin' your face in the grass you know I don't take a chulo lightly punck just jealous cuz he can't outwrite me so kick that style, wicked wild happy face nigga never seen me smile rip dat mainframe I'll explain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus Like louie armstrong played the trumpet I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon I got ta get my props cops come and try to snatch my crops these pigs wanna blow my house down and undrground to the next town they get mad when they come to raid my pad and I'm out in the night loose scared yes I'm the pirate pilot of this ship if I get wit' the ultraviolet dream hide from the red light beam now do you believe in the unseen look, but don't make you eyes strain a nigga like me is goin' insane chorus |
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What's up man! Hey yo what's up!
Yeah what's goin' on here. Sick an' tired of five-oh runnin' up on the block here. You know what I'm sayin'? Yo Snow, they came around here lookin' for you the other day. Word? Word! Bust it! CHORUS Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon no said my Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Informer, you no say Daddy me Snow me I'll go blame, A licky Boom Boom Down. Detective mon no said my Daddy me Snow me stab someone down the lane, A licky Boom Boom Down. Police them come an' now they blow down me door, One him come crawl through, through my window, So then they put me in the back the car at the station, From that point on me reach my destination, When the destination reached, it was the east detention, where them Whipped down me pants, looked up me bottom, so CHORUS Bigger they are they think they have more power, They're on the phone me say that on (every) hour, Me for want to use it once an' now me call me lover, Lover who I'll be callin is the one Tammy, an' me love her in me heart down to my belly, Yes me Daddy me Snow me I feel cool an' deadly, As the one MC Shan an' the one Daddy Snow, Together we-a love'em as a Tor-Na-Do. CHORUS Listen for me, you better listen for me now. Listen for me, you better listen for me now. When me rockin' the microphone me rock it steady, Yes sir, Daddy me Snow me are the article done. But in the in an' the out of a dance them they say where you come from, People them say you come from Jamaica, But me born an' raised in the ghetto that's the one I want you to know, Pure black people mon that's all I mon know. Yeah me shoes are tear up an' me toes used to show, Where me born in on the one Toronto, so CHORUS Come with a nice young lady. Intelligent, Yes she's gentle an' irie. Everywhere me go, me never left her at all. Yes, its Daddy Snow me are the roam dance mon. Roam between a dancin' in a in a nation-a. You never know say Daddy me Snow me are the Boom Shakata. Me never lay-a down flat in that one cardboard box. Yes say me Daddy me Snow me I'll go reachin' at the top, so... CHORUS Why would he? Me sittin' 'round cool with my dibbie dibbie girl, Police knock my door, Lick up my pal, Rough me up an' I can't do a thing Pick up my line, when my telephone ring. Take me to the station, Black up my hands. Trail me down, 'cuz I'm hangin' with the Snowman, What I'm gonna do, I'm backed an' I'm trapped, Slap me in the face an' took all o' my gap. They have no clues an' they wanna get warmer, But Shan won't turn Informer! CHORUS |
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Hey, yeah.. I wanna shoop, baby
Oooo, how you doin', baby? No, not you You, the bow-legged one, (ha-ha) yeah What's your name? Damn, that sounds sexy Here I go, here I go, here I go again (again?) Girls, what's my weakness? (Men!) Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business (word) Yo, Salt, I looked around, and I couldn't believe this I swear, I stared, my niece my witness The brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda...uh Wicked, wicked (oooo) - had to kick it I'm not shy so I asked for the digits A ho? No, that don't make me See what I want slip slide to it swifty Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my bag of tricks Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him Lick him like a lollipop should be licked Came to my senses and I chilled for a bit Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom) Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie? If looks could kill you would be an uzi You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang? I wanna know how does it hang? Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover Like Prince said you're a sexy mutha- Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile Smooth black skin with a smile Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun Come (come) and (hmmm) give me some of that yum-yum Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop? (please) Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna... Shoop shoop ba-doop (Baby, hey) Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop shoop ba-doop (Don't you know I wanna shoop, baby) Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set Make you get hot, make you work up a sweat When you skip-to-my-lou, my darling Not falling in love but I'm falling for your (super sperm) When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure (Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you) Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep On your mark, get set, go, let me go, let me shoop To the next man in the three-piece suit I spend all my dough, ray me, cutie Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie Doo I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams You make me wanna scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!" I like what ya do when you do what ya do You make me wanna shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop (Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him He's the cutest brother in here And he's comin' this way! Oooo!) S and the P wanna kick with me, cool (uh-huh) But I'm wicked, G, (yeah) hit skins but never quickly (that's right) I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get Mmm mmm mmm, for the smell of it (smell it) They want my bod, here's the hot rod (hot rod) Twelve inches to a yard (damn) and have ya soundin' like a retard (yeah) Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you So what you wanna do? What you wanna do? Mmmm, I wanna shoop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Shoop shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop Shoop ba-doop ba-doop ba-doop Oh, you make me wanna shoop Hey yeah, I wanna shoop, baby |
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I've got the power, hey yeah heh
Like the crack of the whip I snap attack Front to back in this thing called rap Dig it like a shovel rhyme devil On a heavenly level Bang the bass turn up the treble Radical mind day and night all the time Seven to fourteen wise divine Maniac brainiac winning the game I'm the lyrical Jesse James Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh yeah-eah-eah-eah-eah-eah It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic I've got the power He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts I’ve got the power oh-oh-oh-oh I've got the power He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts I’ve got the power oh-oh-oh-oh It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda hectic Quality I possess something I'm fresh When my voice goes through the rest Of the microphone that I am holdin' Copywritten lyrics so they can't be stolen If they are snap Don't need the police to try to save them Your voice will sink so please stay off my back Or I will attack and you don't want that I've got the power He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's got the power oh-oh-oh-oh I've got the power He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's got the power oh-oh-oh-oh Quality I possess something I'm fresh When my voice goes through the rest Of the microphone that I am holdin' Copywritten lyrics so they can't be stolen If they are snap Don't need the police to try to save them Your voice will sink so please stay off my back Or I will attack and you don't want that I've got the power I've got the power He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts He's gonna break my heart He's gonna break my heart of hearts I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power I've got the power!! |
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[Chorus]
Tap the bottle and twist the cap Tap the bottle and twist the cap Tap the bottle and twist the cap And pass it around the crew be cause the crew be all that Hey yo, hickory dickory dock I'm under the Brooklyn block yes Who's the next to testify and try and penetrate the vest Diggatie do re me fa so la ti do I drop back my prozac I take it in track and give it a smack and cuttin no slack, jack Okay here I go Shorty tap the forty O smash To a pass, if ya crash make a dash to the trash Tap a cap, have alot and not alot not a little Don't grade upon the label take a guzzle, don't dribble I got the supercalafragileisticexpialadoucious You're commin to close to this, I get ferocious Coax this rhyme, smoke this rhyme hype When we rock it up on the mic, we rock the mic right Pass the funnel to the tunnel like it's busy till I'm dizzy Never pass it to get fizzy cause the guard gets busy who is he? Damn just pass the code decipher when I hit the dress bottom buy a can of Red Stripe [Chorus x1] Well I be commin' around the mountain with my hoe Suzanna I'm peelin off the caps like the hicks in Alabama Check the grammar and the stamina I'm tootin' on my horn Timberland boot stompin' forty drink it more Malt liquor chug a filter let me rip it then I kick it Tap it once for my brothers sip it then I sip it So Xerox the zip code I'm in them all perfect-o Halelijuia here I go watch me flow and let go Trouble shooter smoke the buddah rule like a dictator Used to hit the fader now I play the commentator So let me swing it from the rhyme to the concrete jungle With the king heir's mackin, rulin' over knuckle Hits to the bed, cause Right Said Fred Lock em up with the bee's wax, kick it to em dred Yo, pass the peas please party pooper party stops 64 will give ya more if ya scammin on the block Red top red top bust open till ya stop But if you're drinkin too slow you might kiss the steel toe Just keep the sud from movin' everything's be fine And the forty's stops here till I finish my rhyme [Chorus x2] Balance on the beam, here we go team hike Pass the mic down the line on time drop the rhyme I rope a Rope-a-dope smokin with the red beam scopin' Pull a magnum body back and leave a back bone broken So was a bend a trend I'm sendin and I'm cruisin' for a hit When I'm just sittin' in the outhouse droppin mad shhhhhhhh Quiet on the set while the crew be gettin' wrecked And if your stunned by the Bud I have a hunch you should step So pass me the crazy straw and let me do the Q-Tip What is a forty if I can't take a sip? Sometimes I drive slow sometimes I drive fast Sometimes I'm on E sometimes I get gas So check the stress sure to step to the left With the no E tap on the top pass it back Give a tap to the child, pass it, sorry, keep it goin Down my throat I keep it flowin, styles keep growin' We don't brown bag it, the label be showin' And we don't give a damn if the hoe's be knowin' From the drip to my lip I like to pass it with a grip Shorty-Dog is in the cypher, so you better not skip [Chorus x2] |
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You can't touch this (Repeat 5x)
My my my music hits me so hard Makes me say Oh my Lord Thank you for blessing me With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet It feels good when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat uh you can't touch I told you homeboy (You can't touch this) Yeah that's how we living and you know (You can't touch this) Look at my eyes, man (You can't touch this) Yo, let me bust the funky lyrics (You can't touch this) Fresh new kicks, advance You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance So move, outta your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rolling, hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's going on Like that, like that Cold on a mission so fall them back Let 'em know, that you're too much And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch Yo, I told you (You can't touch this) Why you standing there, man? (You can't touch this) Yo, sound the bell, school is in, sucka (You can't touch this) Give me a song, or rhythm Make 'em sweat, that's what I'm giving 'em Now, they know You talking about the Hammer you talking about a show That's hype, and tight Singers are sweating so pass them a wipe Or a tape, to learn What's it gonna take in the 90's to burn The charts? Legit Either work hard or you might as well quit That's word because you know... You can't touch this (Repeat 3x) Break it down! (Music breaks down) Stop, Hammer time! Go with the funk, it is said That if you can't groove to this then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust a few moves, fun your fingers through your hair This is it, for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Move, slide your rump Just for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bump Yeah... (You can't touch this) Look, man (You can't touch this) Ring the bell, school's back in (You can't touch this) Break it down! (Crazy bridge) Stop, Hammer time! You can't touch this (Repeat 4x) Break it down! (Nice pants, Hammer) Stop, Hammer time! Every time you see me The Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doing this? With others making records that just don't hit I've toured around the world, from London to the Bay It's Hammer, go Hammer, MC Hammer, yo Hammer And the rest can go and play You can't touch this (Repeat 8x) |
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ICE ICE BABY
(Vanilla Ice, Earthquake, M. Smooth) Yo VIP, Let's kick it! Ice Ice Baby Ice Ice Baby All right stop Collaborate and listen Ice is back with my brand new invention Something grabs ahold of me tightly Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly Will it ever stop? Yo-- I don't know Turn off the lights and I'll glow To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle Dance Bum rush the speaker that booms I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom Deadly, when I play a dope melody Anything less than the best is a felony Love it or leave it You better gain way You better hit bull's eye The kid don't play If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Now that the party is jumping With the bass kicked in, and the Vegas are pumpin' Quick to the point, to the point no faking Cooking MC's like a pound of bacon Burning them if they're not quick and nimble I go crazy when I hear a cymbal And a hi hat with a souped up tempo I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo Rollin' in my 5.0 With my ragtop down so my hair can blow The girlies on standby Waiting just to say Hi Did you stop? No-- I just drove by Kept on pursuing to the next I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block That block was dead Yo-- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave. Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis Rockman lovers driving Lambourghinis Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine Shay with the guage and Vanilla with a nine Reading for the chumps on the wall The chumps acting ill because they're so full of eight balls Gunshots ranged out like a bell I grabbed my nine-- All I heard was shells Falling on the concrete real fast Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack Police on the scene You know what I mean They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends If there was a problem Yo, I'll solve it Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Take heed 'cause I'm a lyrical poet Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it My town, that created all the bass sound Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground 'Cause my style's like a chemical spill Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel Conducted and formed This is a hell of a concept We make it hype and you want to step with this Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja Cut like a razor blade so fast Other DJ's say, "damn" If my rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram Keep my composure when it's time to get loose Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice If there was a problem Yo-- I'll solve it! Check out the hook While Deshay revolves it. Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Ice Baby Vanilla Ice Yo man-- Let's get out of here! Word to your mother! Ice Ice Baby Too cold Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold |
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See I was resting at the park minding my own
business as I kick up the treble tone on my radio tape player box, right just loud enough so folks could hear it's hype, see ? Outta nowhere comes the woman I'm dating investigation maybe she was demonstrating But nevertheless I was pleased My day was going great and my soul was at ease until a group of brothers started bugging out drinking the 40 oz, going the nigga route Disrespecting my black queen holding their crotches and being obscene At first I ignored them cause see I know their type They got drunk and got guns and they wanna fight and they see a young couple having a time that's good and their egos wanna test a brother's manhood So they came to test Speech cause of my hair-do and the loud bright colors that I wear [Boo !] I was a target cause I'm a fashion misfit and the outfit that I'm wearing brothers dissing it Well I stay calm and pray the niggaz leave me be but they're squeezing parts of my date's anatomy Why, Lord, do brothers have to drill me ? Cause if I start to hit this man they'll have to kill me [CHORUS:] I am everyday people (2x) I told the niggaz please let us pass, friend I said please cause I don't like killing Africans but he wouldn't stop and I ain't Ice Cube but I had to take the brother out for being rude and like I said before I was mad by then It took three or four cops to pull me off of him But that's the story y'all of a black man acting like a nigga and get stomped by an African [CHORUS] |
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now what you hear is not a test--i'm rappin to the beat
and me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet see i am wonder mike and i like to say hello to the black, to the white, the red, and the brown, the purple and yellow but first i gotta bang bang the boogie to the boogie say up jump the boogie to the bang bang boogie let's rock, you dont stop rock the riddle that will make your body rock well so far you've heard my voice but i brought two friends along and next on the mike is my man hank come on, hank, sing that song check it out, i'm the c-a-s-an-the-o-v-a and the rest is f-l-y ya see i go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons i'll tell ya why ya see i'm six foot one and i'm tons of fun and i dress to a T ya see i got more clothes than muhammad ali and i dress so viciously i got bodyguards, i got two big cars that definitely ain't the wack i got a lincoln continental and a sunroof cadillac so after school, i take a dip in the pool which really is on the wall i got a color tv so i can see the knicks play basketball hear me talkin bout checkbooks, credit cards more money than a sucker could ever spend but i wouldnt give a sucker or a bum from the rucker not a dime till i made it again everybody go, hotel motel what you're gonna do today (say what) cause i'm going to get a fly girl, gonna get some spanking drive off off in a fresh oj. everybody go hotel, motel, holiday inn say if your girl starts actin up, then you take her friend master g, my mellow its on you so what you gonna do well it's on n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn i said m-a-s, t-e-r, a g with a double e i said i go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the master gee well, my name is known all over the world by all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls i'm goin down in history as the baddest rapper there ever could be now i'm feelin the highs and ya feelin the lows the beat starts gettin into your toes ya start poppin ya fingers and stompin your feet and movin your body while youre sittin in your seat and the damn ya start doin the freak i said damn, right outta your seat then ya throw your hands high in the air ya rockin to the rhythm, shake your derriere ya rockin to the beat without a care with the sureshot m.c.s for the affair now, im not as tall as the rest of the gang but i rap to the beat just the same i dot a little face and a pair of brown eyes all im here to do ladies is hypnotize singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on like a hot buttered a pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie pop da pop pop ya dont dare stop come alive yall gimme what ya got i guess by now you can take a hunch and find that i am the baby of the bunch 'but that's okay i still keep in stride cause all i'm here to do is just wiggle your behind singin on n n on n on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn singin on n n on n on on n on rock rock yall throw it on the floor im gonna freak ya here im gonna feak ya there im gonna move you outta this atmosphere cause im one of a kind and ill shock your mind ill put t-n-t in your behind i said 1-2-3-4, come on girls get on the floor a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got cause im guaranteed to make you rock i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for? i said hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang the boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat skiddlee beebop a we rock a scoobie doo and guess what america we love you cause ya rocked and a rolled with so much soul you could rock till you're a hundred and one years old i dont mean to brag i don't mean to boast but we like hot butter on our breakfast toast rock it up a baby bubbah baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang da boogie to the beat beat, its so unique come on everybody and dance to the beat a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop rock it rock it out baby bubbah to the boogie da bang bang the boogie to the boogie da beat i said i cant wait til the end of the week when im rappin to the rhythm of a groovy beat and attempt to raise your body heat just blow your mind so that you can't speak and do a thing bout a rock and shuffle your feet and let it change up to a dance called the freak and when ya finally do come in to your rhythmic beat rest a little while so ya don't get weak i know a man named hank he has more rhymes than a serious bank so come on hank sing that song to the rhythm of the boogie da bang bang da bong well, im imp the dimp the ladies pimp the women fight for my delight but im the grandmaster with the three mc's that shock the house for the young ladies and when you come inside, into the front you do the freak, spank, and do the bump and when the sucker mc's try to prove a point we're treacherous trio, we're the serious joint a from sun to sun and from day to day i sit down and write a brand new rhyme because they say that miracles never cease i've created a devastating masterpiece i'm gonna rock the mike till you cant resist everybody, i say it goes like this well i was comin home late one dark afternoon a reporter stopped me for a interview she said she's heard stories and she's heard fables that i'm vicious on the mike and the turntable this young reporter i did adore so i rocked some vicious rhymes like i never did before she said damn fly guy im in love with you the casanova legend must have been true i said by the way baby what's your name said i go by the name of lois lane and you could be my boyfiend you surely can just let me quit my boyfriend called superman i said he's a fairy i do suppoose flyin through the air in pantyhose he may be very sexy or even cute but he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit i said you need a man who's got finesse and his whole name across his chest he may be able to fly all through the night but can he rock a party til the early light he cant satisfy you with his little worm but i can bust you out with my super sperm i go do it, i go do it, i go do it, do it , do it an i'm here an i'm there i'm big bang hank, im everywhere just throw your hands up in the air and party hardy like you just dont care let's do it don't stop yall a tick a tock yall you don't stop go hotel motel what you gonna do today (say what) im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spank drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn you say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friend i say skip, dive, what can i say i can't fit em all inside my oj so i just take half and bust them out i give the rest to master gee so he could shock the house it was twelve o'clock one friday night i was rockin to the beat and feelin all right everybody was dancin on the floor doin all the things they never did before and then this fly fly girl with a sexy lean she came into the bar, she came into the scene she traveled deeper inside the room all the fellas checked out her white sasoons she came up to the table, looked into my eyes then she turned around and shook her behind so i said to myself, its time for me to release my vicious rhyme i call my masterpiece and now people in the house this is just for you a little rap to make you boogaloo now the group ya hear is called phase two and let me tell ya somethin we're a hell of a crew once a week we're on the street just a-cuttin' the jams and making it free for you to party ya got to have the movies so we'll get right down and give you the groove for you to dance you gotta get hype so we'll get right down for you tonight now the system's on and the girls are there ya definitely have a rockin affair but let me tell ya somethin there's still one fact and to have a party ya got to have a rap so when the party's over you're makin it home and tryin to sleep before the break of dawn and while ya sleepin ya start to dream and thinkin how ya danced on the disco scene my name appears in your mind yeah, a name you know that was right on time it was phase two just a doin a do rockin ya down cause ya know we could to the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak come alive girls get on your feet to the rhythm of the beat to the beat the beat to the double beat beat that it makes ya freak to the rhythm of the beat that says ya go on on n on into the break of dawn now i got a man comin on right now he's guaranteed to throw down he goes by the name of wonder mike come on wonder mike do what ya like i say a can of beer that's sweeter than honey like a millionaire that has no money like a rainy day that is not wet like a gamblin fiend that does not bet like dracula with out his fangs like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie bang like collard greens that dont taste good like a tree that's not made out of wood like goin up and not comin down is just like the beat without the sound no sound to the beat beat, ya do the freak everybody just rock and dance to the beat have you ever went over a friends house to eat and the food just ain't no good i mean the macaroni's soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood so you try to play it off like you think you can by sayin that youre full and then your friend says momma he's just being polite he ain't finished uh uh that's bull so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate and your friend says man there's plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate while the stinky foods steamin your mind starts to dreamin of the moment that it's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin into something that looks like cheese oh so you say that's it i got to leave this place i dont care what these people think im just sittin here makin myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks so you bust out the door while its still closed still sick from the food you ate and then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of kaopectate and then you call your friend two weeks later to see how he has been and he says i understand about the food baby bubbah but we're still friends with a hip hop the hippie to the hippie the hip hip a hop a you don't stop the rockin to the bang bang boogie say up jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie the beat i say hank can ya rock can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop can ya hip me to the shoobie doo i said come on make the make the people move i go to the halls and then ring the bell because i am the man with the clientele and if ya ask me why i rock so well a big bang, i got clientele and from the time i was only six years old i never forgot what i was told it was the best advice that i ever had it came from my wise dear old dad he said sit down punk i wanna talk to you and don't say a word until im through now there's a time to laugh a time to cry a time to live and a time to die a time to break and a time to chill to act civilized or act real ill but whatever ya do in your lifetime ya never let a mc steal your rhyme so from six to six til this very day ill always remember what he had to say so when the sucker mc's try to chump my style i let them know that i'm versatile i got style finesse and a little black book that's filled with rhymes and i know you wanna look but the thing that separates you from me and that's called originality because my rhymes are on from what you heard i didnt even bite and not a go word and i say a little more later on tonight so the suker mc's can bite all night a tick a tock yall a beat beat yall a lets rock yall ya don't stop ya go hotel motel whatcha gonna do today (say what) ya say im gonna get a fly girl gonna get some spankin drive off in a def oj everybody go hotel motel holiday inn ya say if your girl starts actin up then you take her friends a like that yall to the beat yall beat beat yall ya don't stop a master gee my mellow its on you so whatcha gonna do well like johnny carson on the late show a like frankie croker in stereo well like the barkay's singin holy ghost the sounds to throw down they're played the most its like my man captain sky whose name he earned with his super sperm we rock and we don't stop get off yall im here to give you whatcha got to the beat that it makes you freak and come alive girl get on your feet a like a perry mason without a case like farrah fawcett without her face like the barkays on the mike like gettin right down for you tonight like movin your body so ya dont know how right to the rhythm and throw down like comin alive to the master gee the brother who rocks so viciously i said the age of one my life begun at the age of two i was doin the do at the age of three it was you and me rockin to the sounds of the master gee at the age of four i was on the floor givin all the freaks what they bargained for at the age of five i didnt take no jive with the master gee its all the way live at the age of six i was a pickin up sticks rappin to the beat my stick was fixed at the age of seven i was rockin in heaven don'tcha know i went off i gotta run on down to the beat you see gettin right on down makin all the girls just take of their clothes to the beat the beat to the double beat beat that makes you freak at the age of eight i was really great cause every night you see i had a date at the age of nine i was right on time cause every night i had a party rhyme goin on n n on n on on n on the beat dont stop until the break of dawn a sayin on n n on n on on n on... like a hot buttered de pop de pop de pop a saying on n n on n on on n on cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight cause i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight i'm a helluva man when i'm on the mike i am the definate feast delight come to the master gee you see the brother who rocks so viciously |
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Jump Jump
You should know, you should know that ahhh Kris Kross is not having anything today As we stand there totally krossed out We commence to make you Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad I'm the Mac and I'm bad give you something that you never had I'll make ya Jump Jump wiggle and shake your rump Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump How high? Real high Cause I'm just so fly A young loveable, hugable type of guy And everything is the back with a little slack And inside-out is wiggida wiggida wack I come stompin' with somethi' to keep you jumpin R&B abd bullcrap is what I'm dumpin' And ain't something about Kris Kross we all that So when they ask to the rocks they believe that Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump I let myself knockin' knockin' I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin' The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C Ya you know me I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G In the mix I make ya take a step back They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental And like you knowit so don't be claiming that it's mental Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard And none faking you can understyand every word As you listen to my cool school melody The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump Now, the formalities of this and that Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack And for all ya'll sucks that don't know Check it out Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this Go Go Some of them try to rhyme but they can't Go Go Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy Miggida miggida miggida Mac Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida Mac Daddy I make you wanna Jump Jump The Mac Dad will make you Jump Jump The Daddy Mac will make you Jump Jump Kris Kross will make you Jump Jump uh huh uh huh (repeat 3 more times) Believe dat |
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