Hit me, baby (that's right)
Hurt me, baby (that's right)
That-that-that funk
That-that-that-that-
That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk
That's that retarded-like fonk
Like you put your armpits in a drum machine
Good God
Break me off some of that
Come on
Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock
To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock
To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em
When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism
The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa
The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car
The one who created it and many others imitated it
I heard your rap style, kid - hated it
Let me show you how, look here, now check my style
What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow
Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down
And sway, sway when you hear the music play
Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say
Hey
I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane
He makes the party swing
He turns the mother out
And rips apart things
Then I go...
Da-da-da-da-da
Yeah, I like the way it sound
And I love the way it's goin down
Da-da-da-da-da
You know I like the way it sound
And I just love the way it's goin down
Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin?
And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin'
No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on
Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me
