seein' Straight up B boy word to Miss Kickin' and flippin' the rhymes for the kids man for the kids Chillin' in the park, nice and smooth JoJo Mark
hang out Just remember that I give pain out The TR-808 relates to a terrorizer Never hiding, clever always memorizing Poetry, history, math or even paragraphs I'm not into b
Stinking up the dance floor gonna do it freelance For the funk, my friends and all the others in the industry They want to get with me why is that, man? Maybe it's my smooth
didn't die in vain, and they feel my pain Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man I'm a real
pick-up to my niggas of the B.S. crew, Hey, crystal's in the house. I thought you knew. [Chorus] [Mad Child] I'm damper, smooth over the rough like
with a million people waitin' I've been saved, fuck my caves, those is just gifts Just imagine if we all wit one page Think alike, A, B alike, C alike
that 5 shit Came in the game on that fucking ready to die shit Sold 9 mil ended up with some fly shit Naked pictures, R&B bitches, all in my sidekick
slowdance, we romance, now gimme love (more planes,and pilots panicing.) Verse Three: Jackie chan movements, hard to kill for real, drill him some more with some old fashion smooth
up Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up I'm kinda like W.E.B. DuBois Meets Heavy D And The Boyz, smooth as a Rolls Royce Built like a tank, smokin
out Move, F L O B O T S F L O B O T S Move, F L O B O T S F L O B O T S Move, F L O B O T S F L O B O T S Move, F L O B O T S F L O B O T S
streets of New York, they feel me I smooth grip, and hit up the spot Snatch Flav as my dual pipes burn up the block We bumpin hardcore, heavyweight, b
I couldn't never be mild And now I'll begin to advance in a b-boy stance The underground sound makes you clap your hands It's the B-A-Y, do or die Born
flips, redder than pork, comin' to New York to mix With the snares and kicks to fix Rhythmatically, you got ta be, staticy Magically, I appear, spark a L and drink a beer With air smooth
's make it real, baby Like D'Angelo, 'How Does It Feel', baby I know I talk a lot *** but I can back it up, up, up Like B.B.D., flip it, rub it down,
I messed up But I rock with this stuff So my stocks just went up You know my flow Yeah it's B dot O Yeah it's B dot O Yeah it's B dot O And you know
rudy My pal partner sal and my main man al b. sure! I'm sure the friendship is secure Your advice about the miec is always in me And b sure! peace to
Pmd Das efx And the c-h-u-double b Beef Here we go [ chubb rock ] I arrive from the steps of sinai cause I'm fly When you're high from the lye You see