Yo yo, man, whassup, man?
Whassup man, you sayin` Prince? Say Prince?
It`s Schoolly D., man, we rap!
Code Money man, so whassup man?
[Man, let them know what time it is.]
Microphone living is a thing of the past
and all you long haired faggots can kiss my ass.
Started out rhymin` with DJ Lynn,
you fucked it all up when you let Michael in.
I`d rather be a day in land of the dog
then with some long haired tutti frutti running a mock.
Because rock and roll is all illusion,
comes to no basic conclusion.
Rap like jazz is not all fusion,
DJ, 1200`s you know he`s using.
I don`t.
I don`t.
Looking at my Gucci if you looking at yours,
five two point size in my court of force.
Hang out all night, keep girls real tight,
sippin` coqui 900, make me feel allright.
Met my main man Ski, looking for a bike,
till I get on the mic, make everything right.
Girl in my face, boy giving me static,
sat by my side, 38 automatic.
B-boy stands, she lies on a beat,
hang downtown on a market street.
So when the B-boys comin`, we`re comin` hard,
so all you long haired freaks better be on guard.
All you rock and roll lovers, we`re knocking you out,
because that is what rap`s all about.
I don`t.
I don`t.
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Chillin` one day, I met a girl named Beaver,
took her on the Ave, conquered some cheever.
Got real high as you will know,
thinking to myself while I rocked her so.
Didn`t like microphone, said she loved rap,
so I told her: Fly freak, sit upon my lap.
But I went too fast, gave me a slap,
but I looked into her face, gave her this rap.
When I rock a party, there is still a microphone
you can call me MC, you can call me on the phone.
Came into the party, checked out my face,
but you rock and roll lovers, get a girl in your face.
Cause I came into the party with my sneakers on,
right microphones, all night long.
Dance to the beat, because you know who`s in charge,
no other MC`s got this kind of song.
I don`t.
I don`t.
Def been mighty, rap all nighty,
chill out hard with my homeboy Tidy.
The beat ain`t righty, for you and ladi,
we mean you ladi will have to party.
Not a rock and roller, but a mic controller.
I get bad, watch her and bone her.
The bitch ain`t stroller, chill right, roll her.
You left your girl, but you know I stole her.
I don`t.
I don`t.
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
Say it loud: I love rap and I`m proud!
