me up Time again you wanna lock me up A nigga like me, you wanna lock me up [ VERSE 2: W.C. ] So now I'm in the jailhouse gettin all swoll' Doin 2 to
't no one but us trash You dunno, you better ask somebody 'Cuz we're havin' a White Trash Party Pull a fifth of Bacardi from outta my underwear And walk around the party
s how I'm livin, hey yo I'm livin Fat y'all I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X) Hey yo I'm livin Fat I'm livin Fat y'all, I'm livin Fat (2X)
now they call me D.M.C He's the Emcee of the party The D's for doin' it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool
like the A the B to the C, it's easier than 1, 2, 3 He's Jam Master Jay, I'm D.M.C, so here's Run It's time for we to cease, so what? So rhymers speak
same Because it's about time for a brand new group Run-D.M.C. to put you up on the scoop We make the fly girls scream in ecstasy We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
Hey they used to call me easy D Because I rock on the mic so easily But now the call me DMC The DMC of the party The D's for duly all of the time M
Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime, there
the way.. the way.." (8X) "Everybody just BOUNCE!" - cut by Jay (3X) [D.M.C.] My name is D.M.C., the one you know The all-time great, I'ma steal the
? I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
t care [Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don'
baby (won't you ride with me baby) With my homey belo My homey oh yeah, oh yeah, in my ride, c'mon baby, c'mon baby Check it out C'mon baby, oh yeah,
"Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up" "Whassup nigga?" "Get over there, shit" 'Ya lil' punk, ass nigga" "C'mere, c'mere, c'mere boy" "God damnit,
hahaha stick 'em... Half ounce one time stick 'em Geah You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon Y'all remember that old school shit, geah Get 'em C'mon
m Obama's momma I'm all about the cheese and the lasagna Fuck what they say I run the bay Brought this bitch all the way to L.A. C.L.K. no C.L.S. Some
when it's time to roll I'm the P, double-E, M-D-E-E And one thing I hate, is a bitin MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they
fever on the dance floor Step to the side, you'd better run and hide More to the side, everybody wants to stay alive (Yeah) Step to the side, you'd better run
1-9-D He was a sucker duck if he thought he could buck with us in E The party started Let's get this party started Let's get this party started right