Lyrics:
a football.
So skip to my loo, or get stomped by my crew.
Brooklyn's in the house, and ain't a damn thing new.
[Chorus]
[Big Daddy Kane]
Here comes
they found a replacement
It's a shame I was tryna be they favorite
Tracing we travel to different stages
Now we seeing new faces
Launch payments only
The aftermath, a second growth
The period immediately following an unusual event
This is brought to you by the makers of funky music
Coming directly to you from
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
deckin', rubber neckin' in my tomb
Check it out yo, I smile like Groucho Marx
I make a joke, hokey pokey, and slide by like egg yolk
Play me like a punk like
record
new but not a kid to be worn
If something' gettin' torn up then I'm doin' the
Tearin', not bein' torn
Shapin up to be one for the top vocalist
Totally psychic, open your mind quick as the vibe kicks
Moederfok it, I skeem this vibe's rou'
Jislaaik yo
Yo yo yo yo check out this hype flow
I go by
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
get inspired by the blunts too (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm
(The joke's on you, Jack ) --> L.L. Cool J
(Ha-ha-ha)
[ VERSE 1: Kid Capri ]
Oh you (you) started somethin new
Sorry, that is somethin that you're
Heavens to Merkatroid, we've come with another new song
(Sing-a-long!) Ha (Tic!) Tica-tica-toc
(Who's that?) Coming around the block (Leaders of the New
the wrong street
Now whatta whatta whatta whatta pitty
A new jack in my muthafuckin' city
Compton that is
They say it's niggaz pimpin'
Gangsta
check it, exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
on the block, now I Chief Rock
I always entertain, by diggin in my crux
My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain
I spook you with the hit, make you jump
Yeah
Remix
Yeah, check it out
Brought to you by Blackstreet
It's the remix
No diggity, no doubt
Play on playette
Lil' Man, Funky Mama in
DJ Pimp, you really hooked it up on this one, man
You're the mack
When you hear the sound
All the bodies hit the ground
By the pound across town
When
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
Yeah
Shake your funky ass, bitch
Yaknowmean
Yo
Yo, we divide cakes to rise the stakes
Me and my apes die for papes, bust heat and hide from jake
Up
and it was so good
That sweet, rough, that funky stuff
I can tell by your moans, you ain't get enough
Baby you want, but it ain't my love
Don't be
exit the old style, enter's the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's Harry, Dick,
snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seein me bleedin, jet off in
the Lex skiin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap
in the mood, just go with the flow
And I can play rapping records and all disco
Like "Beat It," "Billie Jean," by Michael Jackson
Or the Treacherous
did)
SHUT UP KID!!
This is a new dance so shake your butt
And get a load of what its like to be doing Skat Strut
Now Jack was nimble and Jack was
the three kids rip
Queens is in the house represent, represent
A Tribe Called Quest represent, represent
No taming of the style 'cause it gets irreverent
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