The 13th Message / Livin' In A Zoo .......... Public Enemy

Black Cop .......... Boogie Down Productions / KRS-One

May Day On The Front Line .......... MC Ren

Stick 'Em Up .......... Hurricane ft. Beastie Boys

Sneaking Up On Ya .......... Fu-Schnickens

Lifeline .......... Parental Advisory

The Nocturnal Is In The House .......... P.M. Dawn

Baby Be Mine .......... Blackstreet Featuring Teddy Riley

It's Alright .......... Tracie Spencer

Sweat Of My Balls .......... CB4

Straight Out Of Locash .......... CB4

Rapper's Delight .......... CB4

Skills to kill
And fill a hole, we roll deep
Wit a frown that's down
Low in the meddle of jeep beats
So I'm makin a point
Not stickin butts or blunts
But the Terminator X
And the rhythm he cuts
Figure this bigger brother
Gonna trigger the track
No I ain't country
And my name ain't Zack
Step the fuck back
Take a look at the racks
My world is a ghetto full of tapes and wax
CD's they only double the tax
And makin money money
New York city to lax
Tell the suckers suckers
Never ever relax
I'm kickin in cold facts so true
It feels like I'm livin in a zoo

Sayin I'm down like psycho
Wheres my rifle? Right though
I ain't Michael, yo
I ain't sittin on the dock of the bay
Wastin time in a crime wit a nine
Rather find another brutal rhyme
It's us verses, I put it all in verses
If the sound reverses
I pump it up wit curses
Fuck sittin in the back of the bus
But don't front what we lack
We got it loaded in a back pack
See they can do it to a man
But wit men suckers semi
Think that shit before they come again
No science to the wild senile
Slackin cause he packin like a
Runaway child yeah
Would I ever try to sever, hell no
Never would work if the
Rhyme wasn't clever
Wild in an isle
Stackin high from the floor tile
Back in the rack, where the rap never seen a
What I gonna wanna do...
Feels like I'm livin in a zoo

I don't know where I'm at
Heres a track
I try to duck duck
Those 3 bullets in the back
Top 40
Ignore me
Sooooo
I him em in the hood
Until it feel good

But I'm all right though
I wanna fight crazy dirty

It's not a matter of skills
But a battle of wills
Pow the stick up go the quicker the picker up
Trigga eenie meanie

Wit the gatt that so fat
Brrap bap bap cop dilla in a 16 wheeler
They call me over the phone
Che-che-checkin me out
Takin my time
To find a brother droppin dime
Once again it's on
In the paint, and I ain't givin up
No props to the game
And it stops in the name of the hip hop
Reign and the pain got me goin
Goddamn wont they even pull a
Bullet on a pop jam

Buck buck buck-buck-buck, buck-buck buck buck!
All rude bwoy lissen up!
Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop
Stop shootin black people, we all gonna drop
You don't even get, paid a whole lot
So take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!
Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!
Lookin for your people when you walk down a block
Here in America you have drug spot
They get the black cop, to watch the drug spot
The black drug dealer just avoid black cop
They're killin each other on a East Coast block
Killin each other on a West Coast block
White police, don't give a care about dat
Dem want us killin each other over crack
Anyway you put it it's a black on BLACK
Black cop black cop black cop
Black cop black cop black cop
Thirty years, there were no black cops
You couldn't even run, drive round the block
Recently police trained black cop
To stand on the corner, and take gunshot
This type of warfare isn't new or a shock
It's black on black crime again nonSTOP
Black cop!! Black cop black cop
Black cop black cop black cop

"Don't be the sucker..
Don't be the sucker comin into my face..
Don't be the sucker.."

Here's what the West and the East have in common
Both have black cops in cars profilin
Hardcore kids in the West got stress
In the East we are chased by the same black beast
The black cop is the only real obstacle
Black slave turned black cop is not logical
But very psychological, haven't you heard?
It's the BLACK COP killin black kids in Johannesburg
Whassup black cop, yo, whassup?!
Your authorization says shoot your nation
You wanna uphold the law, what could you do to me?
The same law dissed the whole black community
You can't play both sides of the fence
1993 mad kids are gettin tense
Black cop!! Black cop black cop black cop
Stop shootin black people we all gonna drop
You don't even get, paid a whole lot
Take your four-five and you put it 'pon lock!
Take your M-60 and put it 'pon lock!
Take your uzi, put it 'pon lock!
Black cop black cop black cop
Black cop black cop black cop

"Don't be the sucker..
Don't be the sucker..
Don't be the sucker..
Don't be the sucker comin into my face
Don't.. don't be the sucker comin into my face
Don't-don't-don't be the sucker comin into my face
Don't-don't-don't-don't
Don't be the sucker comin into my face
Don't-don't, don't-don't
Don't be the sucker comin into my face
Don't-don't-don't!
Don't be the sucker comin into my face with that yang-yang!"

"Mayday, mayday, we're going down"

Niggaz screamin' mayday 'cause Ren is kickin' ass like Pele
Makin' fools run like it's a relay
But ain't no fools runnin' sprints in shorts
It's just niggaz shootin' dice on the basketball courts
Waitin' for the day to get revenge for the days
Of the slave ships, ya got the bloods and the crypts
Unitin' puttin' guns together
To give white people stormy weather
But they can't hide under no umbrella
'Cause we be breakin' niggaz out the motherfuckin' jail cella
Fella, so who gives a hell of a about the man
The KK Klan
So here we go again scarin' people to death
Knockin' niggaz out with the indo on the breath
On the old english because we use fuckin' english
So you can understand now who's the man?
It gotta be me, I got the shit organized
So when you see us comin' don't be actin' surprised

(CHORUS)(2x)
Mayday on the frontline
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Mayday, mayday, mayday

Oh my God, he's been shot in the chest
Yo he's a redneck, huh, throw him with the rest
Of the dead bodies we be buryin'
With 2 million niggaz got guns, and carry 'em
Shoot people first and ask questions later
Just like a nigga was a terminator
So niggaz know what they oughta do
I won't bring up that Rodney King shit, 'cause that's through
Now back to the blue prints, behind the fence
A gang a niggaz strapped and it ain't no coincidence
Now it's time for the camouflage
And all the niggaz I can fit in back of the Dodge
Bound to go to war but this ain't the Middle East
We're killin' motherfuckers for revenge, fuck peace
So if ya see us, this is what ya do
Grab your shit and come along, we're killin' cops in blue
Even if the black cops are down wit' 'em
Those sell out motherfuckers, yo, we're still gonna get 'em
Because it's mayday on the frontline

(CHORUS)

Now I gotta play run away slave like a fiend
Because they got me on the TV screen
They said they wanted me dead or alive
'Cause I don't talk jive, I try to survive
Tellin' niggaz what's the deal on the streets
So they don't get caught up in a gang sweep
They gotta let 'em have it
Shoot 'em in the ass like a motherfuckin' rabbit
Because we're losin' altitude
Because they're getting shot down by a nigga with an attitude
Turbulence up ahead, yo
The storms getting thick, 'cause I'm a man with a big ass dick
Throw a grenade in their program
Let 'em know who I am, a nigga can jam
A little black nigga from the streets, over hip hop beats
With a glare and we're wearin' black sheets
Hope we don't burn shit in your front yard
We'll beat your ass down on the boulevard
So a band of shit, grab your parachute
'Cause niggaz comin' in khaki suits and steel toed boots
Stompin' motherfuckers in the way of the process
Or they might get a bullet to the chest
It gotta be me, I got the shit organized
So when you see me comin' don't be actin' surprised
Mayday on the frontline

(CHORUS)

Face down don't turn around
listen to the bass pound
from all type of angles
this ain't no star spangled banner
more juice than tropicana
Rock from New York to Savannah
Cause it's Macka Framma?
When I go to a show
Some run some come plenty have fun
To watch a nig get dumb
the right way, the hype way, the tight way
You're fucking right that I might say...

Chorus

Fronters get confronted while stunts get stunted
And my homies get blunted while the rats get hunted
so if you want it here it is so put em up or shut em up
Smack'em down and I'll yell pick'em up so get'em up
word em up, as I fuck it up I tear it up
so listen up and don't move just play the groove
Don't dime when I crime cause kid that's
Fessin' up but when I pull out my mag
Just raise em up

Chorus

One to the Three to the motherfuckin' two
and you don't know what I'ma do
that's because you're new but
I got the kaya ta make you feel higher
so say what you want you motherfuckin' liar
Don't mean to boast I don't mean to brag but I got the grab bag
Of funky shit you wish you had
But It's the pace that we gotta pick up so stickem up

hands high reach for the sky
but don't try to get fly cause it's easy to die
Just like a blink of an eye when the shots rang
Boom bang rat ta tat tat
watch your back cause I'm coming black
kill that yig yag put the money in the bag
Pass the zags with the Billboard Mag
But freeze feel the breeze if ya sneeze than you're shot
Now ya gotta run what'cha got

Chorus

(in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X)

[Poc Fu]
Check the shit that I flips scuba dip doobie dippin
It's groovy; slammin like my man Scottie Pippen
Sly like a fox, I kick the shit that rocks
I'm +Golden+ with the +Gloves+, but nice with the shots
Don't try to put me down, I don't feel pain and sorrow
(The sun will come out!) Yeah tomorrow, tomorrow
I bet ya bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun
Showin grati-TUDE, my atti-TUDE is kind of RUDE
I walk with a frown while I puff my cigar an'
sit back and stare while I'm cha-cha-cha-charrin
Watchin Boogie Down, when they used to put me down
Now your mom give me skins and your pop push me pounds
Sparkin like a welder, punch ya like I'm Elmer
Embarass your ass like Gigi does to Thelma
Quick to cut your throat, hey boy don't touch the mic
(*whoosh whoosh whoosh*) Yeah I'm out like three strikes

(in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X)

[Chip Fu]
My lovely lengthy dreadlocks, be roastin on an open fire
Twisted tongue that's slippin and lyrically limpin
at your PEE-nocci-nose
I'm budda-ba-bad, budda-ba-bad,
budda-ba-bad to the bone and crafty
Sssufferin sssucotash, I let lyricsss fly like DEE Daffy
So pass, the mug so Mike can try to ?? figure
when learnin this foolish, foolish lyrical style I deliver
Maybe way, down upon a swampy river!
Far far away (hooray!) yippie-kay-yo-kay-yay
Whoa, the dish ran away with the spoon
andddd-dddain't-dddat-ddddsomethin-dddindddinddin?
And thennnn-IiiiIiii found-
five-fy-a-fuck-five-feet-of-linnennenn
I Pop-eye's, like Bluto, ah-how you like judo?
Not Hong Kong, Fooey, I +chop+ like, some +suey+
Like the Bruce, Banner, I gots a programma
So don't don't you cry cry for me oh Susannah
Tell your grandma, grandpa, pops and, your mamma
that you got, the right one, baby, eh-heh!
I'm freakin the stuttering style like just for one reason:
I think it's wabbit season, nah-uh duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season, duck season
Wabbit season.. AWWWWW SHUT UP!
Hey button your lip it's MC season dagnabbit
And ohhwowowowowwwwwwwwwwwww (whattup Chip?) I hate rabbits!
(shhhhhhhhhhhhhh) Be vewy vewy quiet, a hunting we will go
Hi-ho, the merry-o cheerio Chip's about to drop a hot potato!
'Yumpin 'Yimminy, Jimminy Crickets-kicks-kicks
some rugged and rough shit like this
Silly wabbit ain't got 'nuff Trix to pick
but I'll chill instead, cause for the big kid,
for the big kid, for the big kid's how I uhh, kicks it
Yo ahh, rrrrrugabugit, rrrrrugabugit, where's was the mic?
It's in the freezer *cough* freezin like like a Raider
*cough* My flow's very, ridiculous
Like Frosted Lucky Charms my shit is magically delishwish
I'm a Chattanooga choo was funkier uh Punky Brewster
When I'm a FEE-farmer, PEE-plumber ????????
So ??, roll up, rewind selector
I huh huh, huh huh huh, like Woodddy-Woodpecker
Peace to Victor Bramble, too hot to handle
Catch me same bbbabbbbbat time and bbabbabbat channel

(in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 4X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (4X)

[Moc Fu]
Arriba arriba! Pass the boom to M-O smokes the cheeba
A new type of flow and I toast the hoe, see-ya
Flipper type hitter, quicker to get bigger
Don't believe in guns so the fist become the trigger
I roll in the hood with my Fu-Schnicken niggaz
(Your niggaz?) Yeah, my motherfuckin niggaz!
The M-O throws blows (blows) obnoxious type flows (flows)
No one knows Bo's but the emery scrolls
Kick dogg pound sounds, from miles around
when I AIYYYYYYYY AIYYYYYYYY it vibrates your town
Peace to Diamond D, Flavor U-N-I-T
We sneakin up on ya, watch your ass for nine-three

(in the background: "sneakin up, sneakin up" 8X)
[Chip Fu] Creepin up on ya, creepin creepin up on ya (8X)

[Verse 1]
I never got a yo when my pockets were low
But now I'm makin' dough it's all hello, hello
Since I got to dunkin' these motherfuckers I be duckin'
Callin' me on my beeper they ain't really dumb or nothin'
All up on my jock lookin' for nuts for the lickin'
Havin' such an ass, the nearest one I'm kissin'
All up on my diznick and all up in my business
So drop ya panties before ya wanna give me kisses
I keep em' yes I keep em' reminiscin'
Thinkin' about my thoughts and I get with em'
Just because I'm makin' money my neighbors never blink
So happy birthday mom, ya gift is not a clock but a mink
Father was a trip, always steady trippin'
Basically cause my eyes were always red from smokin' up on spliffin'
Said I wanna out the jack, can bum up in his plumbers house
But he sung a different tune when he heard about my bank account
I guess I'll be OK, I'm really not the guilty
The null is not to follow which they is filthy
Been tokin' marijuana smokin forty ounce
I never was a hoodlum but I must admit I knew em'
Forget where I came from, I know I'm always stankin'
And removin' the junkie hookers
That was givin' me up to Spinky on the lifeline

[Verse 2]
Talkin' about back in the days of my grade school years
I used to be a wild child smokin' blunts drinkin' beers
Up against, on the ends it's sticky gum on the seats
Shootin' spitballs and cause crazy fights every week
I was the complete rascal, Dennis the Menace
I there was any trouble goin' down best believe I was in it
suspension and detention became the normal activity
Teachers callin' mom cause they couldn't deal with me
And my behavior, even the next door neighbor gave up
Advice, on how to chastise me right
Sayin' whoop his ass, give him a beat and a whiplash
And that'll put an end to ya problem Mrs. Gash
Mom took heed and on the body got frame
But did it help, nope just caused more brain damage
Course the same way, the next day I was at it again
From terrorizin' the halls to cuttin' classes with my man
But my educational span was spectacular
I'm just a jerk to do my cause most Polly wanna cracker
And I ain't a actor like the one with true identity
So wait, that's cool cause it wasn't for me
See I knew I could never be like Doogie Howser
So after eleventh grade I was outtie five thousand
On my lifeline

[Verse 3]
When I got mid-teenage, I started the rage with rough ones
Known as the Run-Out Crew and go snatchin' thugs
Pullin' plugs on suckers and it's on every corner
My grandma tried to school me said son your a goner
But I don't listen I was like stop breakin' my balls
Threw up my hands and gave 50 Grand a call
I told him to put me down cause the sacks pay a lot
Now I'm throwin' rocks, dodgin' cops and goin' out like pops
Daddy cool cause he went to school for an education
He found the nation but he still found his self facin'
Time in the ghetto and communities
And that pledge allegiance to the falg shit ain't foolin' me
He heard my story he put me down like folks
And they was on they way to Arizona loc
He droppin' the keys, makin' these G's, that's what I need
But someone else could drop off threes, I got freeze

[Verse 4]
Lifeless cat can he help us with each other
He's my partner, he's my cop, he's my buddy
I'm the mack oh yes a frame, yes a frame oh yes I am
What a brother gotta do to make em' chill
Damn, at the club smokin' pot, chillin' in the parking lot
Drinkin' forties talkin' shit and what not
There was a guy and a girl K-S-L called em'
Said they tried to start beef send to the butchers
Didn't know that he had guns, we heard buckshots and bullets
My eyes had to lie as we jumped through the bushes
Had to say thanks, thank God we got away
Saw the fool by himself the very next day
Now should K-S-L leave em' alone or should I let my lips whistle
He's a stupid motherfucker with a pistol
As for the dude he wasn't scared
Until I held a pistol to his head
He started to cry, K-S-L put it down do not lie
Go on my lifeline

Thanks to Julia James for submitting the lyrics

Ay... yo, this is the PM steppin' to the AM.
Flippin' mad styles when i prophesize the mayhems, catchin' wreck.
I'm blowin' up like TNT.
I'm gettin' filthy, nasty as LSD.
I'll make you insane, crazy, ill, flip, jiggle up and down.
Like House Of Pain, you'll wanna jump around.
And all that tryin' to fade me, I think you hit wrong.
PM Dawn got it goin' on.
So vacate or create a fake state of mind.
The new Czar, I'm Bizarre and too far to find.
Are you ready for the flava, I ain't your sucker, baby, don't front.
I'm hazardous like Bo, Luke and Daisy.
I'm burnin' up son, I think I got the fever.
Don't believe the hype 'cause if you do it might deceive ya.
The Nocturnal's filled causing me to spill.
Chins hit the floor 'cause I flaunts mad skills when...

(Chorus)
The Nocturnal is in the house. (Repeat 8 times).

So take the reason out the spill and beam yourself to this.
Prince likes to flip so you better catch it quick.
I never slack, I'm intact, fade the quarterbacks.
Where's the new jack, the new act, the me act, the you act.
The reaction, no, I'm not the one.
Playin' "rushin'" roulette with all the bullets in the gun.
The ego, the frame, remain unemployed.
But they screamin' at me, they wanna be my freakazoid.
So PM Dawn, the center of envy.
'Cause who'd ya know that wasn't singing' baby you send me.
Here, there, Mr. Man you're everywhere.
The overweight lover with the dreads in his hair.
Once, twice, three times you missed it.
Prince Be's gone, either that or blissed-ed.
So they wanna know just what this flower's about.
One, two, check it out...

(Chorus)

So keep talkin' tough, you'll know soon enough.
That all that stuff leaves your soul in the dust.
So prior to my coming aloose and becoming a recluse,
I'm spreading that Nocturnal juice.
Hungry hungry hypocrites all upon my tip.
Atomic dogs with a bone and a stick.
Playin' it cool puts the fuse to the match.
But I ain't tryin' to hear none of that.
That's why...

(Repeat Chorus, adlib...)

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CB4 (Daddy-O, Hi-C)---Sweat of My Balls *

* parody of Kool G. Rap's "Talk Like Sex"

[Hi-C]
For the ladies, a hundred-thirty pounds of beef, yeah
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
Swingin with this here stud, you need practice
I'm leavin used rubbers on the mattress

[Daddy-O]
When I'm with my homies, we're rollin
Can't love a car unless it's stolen
Don't ask me what the price is,
but it's more than pussy tickle devices

Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C

(And you can fell the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(YOU CAN FEEL THE!!!)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat-sweat from my balls!
(YOU CAN FEEL THE!!!)
Sweat from my balls!

("What's the matter Mr. Jones?"
"Well I'm ashamed of the way you're playing!")

[Daddy-O and Hi-C]
And we come fully equipped
With a bad attitude and a hard ass (*censored*)

[Daddy-O]
For demonstrations, watch us slam her
Steady poundin' like a jackhammer

[Hi-C]
One sword edge you can't cop out
We're poundin you down 'til your eyeballs pop out!

[Daddy-O and Hi-C]
We're not your ordinary players (*scratch*)

Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C

(And she'll get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Bitch get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Bitch get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(She'll get paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Get paid with the..)
Sweat from my biggedy-balls!!!
(Puh-puh-paid with the..)
Sweat from my balls!

[Hi-C]
Ahhh, check check check it out yo
Get a grip on the headboard and hold on to it
or get sent right through it

[Daddy-O]
BITCH! I'm bite ya (*censored*) the way that I'm lickin 'em
Won't be gentle the way that I'm stickin 'em
I do a damn good job
and bitches on my dick like a human shish-ka-bob

[Hi-C]
Hey (*woof*) CB4 is fly
So grab them ankles, throw your (*woof*) in the sky

Chorus: (Daddy-O), Hi-C

(And fell the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(Bitch, you can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my biggedy-balls!
(Bitch, you can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!
(BITCH!) Sweat-sweat from my balls!
(BITCH!) Sweat from my balls!
(You can feel the..)
Sweat from my balls!

CB4 (Daddy-O, Hi-C)---Straight Outta Locash *
* parody of N.W.A.'s "Straight Outta Compton"

[Daddy-O]
CB4 in the motherfuckin house!

[Hi-C]
Yeah Gusto's in the motherfuckin house
with my man Dead Mike!
We breakin motherfuckers off 24-7!
So check this shit out!
Aiyyo Gusto... (whassup?)
KICK THAT SHIT!!!

[Hi-C]
Straight Outta Locash
A crazy mothafucka named Gusto
I fucked ya wife, cause the bitch is a big hoe
I fucked ya sister, I fucked ya cat
I would have fucked ya mom but the bitch is too fat!
When I'm in ya neighborhood, ya betta dig a moat
cause I'm comin to slit... ya motherfuckin throat!
Blood is drippin, I'm not slippin
Bitches panties, is what I'm rippin
Rollin faster than a motherfuckin dirt bike
Never met a piece of pussy that I didn't like
Like to eat it, like to suck it
Take a shit... in a bucket; Straight Outta Locash!!!

Crazy motherfuckers, hah hah!
(Where you from, nigga?)

[Daddy-O]
Comin straight out of Locash,
a crazy motherfucker named Dead Mike
So get ready cause you're goin for a long hike
off a cliff, I'm drivin you over
Now ya dead with ya fo' leaf clover
Float like a cannonball, sting like a shark
I'm the nigga waitin for you in the dark
Waitin to rob you, waitin to beat you
A bullet in ya head is how I greet you (whassup nigga?)
A villain with a hat, and it's like that
I tied yo' moms to a motherfuckin train track
Flat on her back, I give her some crack
It's ten o'clock - DO YOU KNOW WHERE YO MOMS IS AT?
At my house (doin what?) wipin her ass
She had to move... STRAIGHT OUTTA LOCASH!!!

(*scratches til fade*)

CB4 (Daddy-O, Hi-C, Kool Moe Dee) - Rapper's Delight

[Hi-C]
I said a hip, hop, the hippie
the hippie dibby hip hop hop and you don't stop
to rock it to the bang bang boogie
say up jump the boogie,
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now what you hear is not a test
cause we're rappin to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends
are gonna try to move your feet
See I, am, Albert Brown, and I'd 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 don't stop
Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock.
Well so, far, you've heard my voice
and I brought two friends along
The next up to seize is Euripides
So c'mon E, sing that song!

[Daddy-O]
Check it out, I'm the E-U-R-I-P-I-D-E-S and I'm F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm five foot ten, all the ladies say when,
when I dress to a tee
You 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 sunroofed Cadillac
So after school I take a dip in the pool,
which is really on the wall
I got a color TV, so I can see
The Clippers play basketball; hear me talk about
checkbooks, credit cards, mo' money
than a sucker, could ever spend
But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum who's been robbin
not a dime 'til I made it again
You go ho-tel, mo-tel, whatcha gonna do today? (Say what?)
Gonna get a fly girl, gonna get some spank
and drive off in a def OJ; everybody go
Ho-tel, mo-tel, Holiday Inn!!
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 'em out
I give the rest to Wacky Dee so he can wack the house!

[Kool Moe Dee]
Well I'm the W-A and the C-K-Y, and the D with the double-E
I said I go by the unforgettable name
of the man they call Wacky Dee, wellllll
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 brother, there ever could be
Now I'm filled with the highs and you're filled with the lows
The beat starts pumpin into your toes
You start pumpin your fingers and stompin your feet
And movin your body cause you're sittin in your seat
And then damn! You start doin the freak, I said
Damn! Ah-right outta your seat
And then you throw your hands high in the air
Ya rockin to the beat so shake your derriere
Ya rockin to the beat without a care,
with the sureshot MC's for the affair
Now, I'm not as hard as the rest of the gang
but I rap to the beat, just the same
I got a fine-ass face, and a pair of brown eyes
and I'ma give it to the ladies that's hypnotized
Singin on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
Singin on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
Like a hot to the pop da pop da pop baby baby
Pop da pop pop, but don't you dare stop
Ah-come alive y'all, and gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
and find that I am the smoothest of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in stride
Cause all I want to do is smack the dimples in your behind
I'm singin on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
The beat don't stop until the break of dawn
I'm singin on'n'n'on'n'on on'n'on
Rock rock y'all, and get on the floor
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there
I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere
Cause I'm a one of a kind and I'll shock your mind
I'll put the tick-tick-tick in your behind
I said ah one, two, three, four
C'mon, girls, get on the floor!
A-come alive y'all, and gimme whatcha got
cause I'ma guaranteed to make you rock
I said one, two, three, four
Tell me Albert Brown, what are you waiting for?

[Hi-C]
I said a hip, hop, the hippie
the hippie dibby hip hop hop and you don't stop
to rock it to the bang bang boogie
say up jump the boogie,
to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
A Skiddleebebop, we rock, and Scooby Doo
And guess what? America, we love you
Cause you rock and a roll with ah so much soul
You can rock 'til a hundred and one years old
I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast
But we like hot butter on our breakfast toast
Rock it out, Baby Bubba!
Baby Bubba to the boogie da bang bang da boogie
to the beat, beat, you're so unique
So C'MON ON, everybody, and dance to the beat!
Hah hah!