Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, nineteen ninety-three
Uh-huh (UM-UMC)
Bring it
[Haas-G]
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Oops upside your head because I Marx ya like Groucho
Aiyyo I'm not a slouch so, ladies scream and shout (HO!)
Brother work it out (BO!) static bo bo bo I blow
Hard like the wind then I'll spin ya topsy turvy
I serve thee, here's a fruity orange for ya scurvy
I'm my own lucky charm in the middle of my pants
Wanna dance, I wind up and bogle on that ass, yo
Rico, I'm suave, Benito, I drive a
Crowd to get wild from the aisle here comes a style
I'm the undisputed master of charisma party ripper like
Shaq I be nimble, I be quick, I see the wack
MC's who need some style
Tryin to fake moves on my two I sonic boom ya like Nile
Cause I'm the wildest, crazy kind of guy born free
I'm Haas G (awwww) I got the shit to set you free
Woooo, yeah, yeah, ha ha
For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)
For my peoples yo, for my peoples (my peoples)
For my peoples yo, for my peoples
[Kool Kim]
Hey yo I be the rough rugged MC with The Streetcar Named Desire
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire
Now I heard you had the matzo
I put my peoples on the show and TAKE IT
if we want it, so nigga don't flaunt it
Now you tried to be the Don of, the hip-hop nation
Yeah your beats is kind of fat, but your lyrics, starvation
Now you're stumped, you gotsta have the skill to make it thump
Ya damn, anal wart, herpe bump, your lyrics don't make me jump
Now, I might crossover when my dough is all spent
Because ain't nothin, goin on, but the rent
I come from S-T-A-T-E-N-I-S-L-A-N-D
And be the grand wizard lyricist, Kim UMC
I serve the hot buttered SOUL on my hip-hop roll
And yo I can't be undersold and, my word as good as gold
I won't fold under pressure when your girl let me undress her
My eyeballs out of my head like, my dear
