This's the way it goes down
The e gets wicked, no need for the biscuit The green-eyed funkdafied brother coming wicked I sets the party off just like tanqueray The funk lord, nobody else could swing this way I put the loc to the motion, drop the funk coast to coast and I buck like shot, 'cause I know I got cha opin Check the soup, I dogg the mic like snoop I get swift like h-town, when I knock da boots (daaat's right) I'm dynamite with this mic I show like doug E. And I rock the mic lovely The afrodesiac, bringin the do-wah-diddy To your city, on the zapp side with the vibe I'm stone cold like bobby and ralph t I come with the game of death, without bruce lee The irregular speakin, for those mc's who be tweakin Catch me at the beacon just freakin
'cause my style's the bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / repeat 2x
It goes one for the trouble, two for the show Aiyyo, I'm gettin airplay like the most beautiful I'm the mack, I made goldy turn chrome When I induce my styles upon the microphone (yeah) I goes down for y'all in broad daylight Weeded, rockin the mic like ta-dow and psych Today is a green day, so it's blazin To specify it, I get big-up from jamaicans Hey, the e-are-i-c-k gets down for the public More doper than janet jackson's stomach Ask anybody, who's the dopest producer? I think of cruise, I'm never too much like I'm luther You got beef with my squad you better dare that The shit I kick make rappers say, "i shoulda snared that"
Complete this puzzle, what squad beat up like russell simmons And more flyer than robin givens Cosmic slop, from the darkside Basically, I can't wait, songs from the redman tape (and make much sense when he's kickin fool) cause I constantly keep shitting And y'all constantly keep listening Yeah, who can it be now, watch out Flying through the air with wings e double doing my thing