Lyrics
Ladies and gentleman
That nigga King Tee and the Al-cum-a-holiks
Pooh-butts play the rear? cause I'm makin? yapes
The rhymes ain't no thicker than a Skittle grapes
A lot of girls would like to thank me for the hanky-panky
On the mic I hold a belt, now I know no one could spank me
It took a long time for the people to hear my rhymes
Seems like I been rappin? since my birth in '69
Sorry to keep you waitin?, I run rhymes like Walter Payton
I get a rhyme like spokes on a Dayton
But I won't knock off, because I just rock off
The beats to get funky, like when you take your sock off
To all the white folks I would like to say howdy
And to all my brothers I say peace, quit actin? rowdy
Wack MCs in? 92, ew, you need to take a rest
The public don't you aim the best
You're softer than a hooker? s chest
Raps, I make? em, snaps, I make? em
For duties movin? booties? cause I shake, shake, shake? em
And I got rhymes, funky funky rhymes
E-Swift hold the needle down with nickels and dimes
I drink Olde English, St. Ide's and Mickeys
When it's time to roll, I throw on my black Dickeys
On the mic I get wicked, like Wilson Pickett
I get the place jumpin? like a cricket when I kick shit
I'm from the West Coast but don't sleep home-stimpy
Even if I was a paperboy, you still couldn't rip me
I walk up and chalk up pairs like the Knicks
I'm all in the mix like snares and kicks
When it comes to rhymes I get loose like belt buckles
Those who chose to oppose this nose is felt knuckles
(Where you goin' to?)
To the tip
(And what cha? bout to do?)
? Bout to rip
Some people use the word funky too loosely
And just how many rappers say they kick it like Bruce Lee
(What's your favorite brew?)
Olde E
(And what it make you do?)
Go pee
It used to be about rhymes, all about rhymes
Now rappers rearrangin? and changin? like times