Return of the B-Boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house? Hell yeah! Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master) Hell yeah! So everybody get on up (Pharcyde's in the house) So everybody get on up Ah, yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor Of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two 'Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear For a second, 'cause I'm wreckin' eardrums cold black-n-deckin' Hold on the horse 'cause the force is like dark If you can't slide then stay out the park And my preachers don't know ya, then hop off the ark Are you hip? Do you need another tip 'Cause just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip Jump on it, shake your shit, if you want it Show no shame, hey Malik, goddamn get your arrow and hang It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam on it! (You don't stop) The debonair MC, in the place to be Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long So the party won't stop until the break of dawn It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all When I play b-boy don't miss y'all Some people wear all that Fila gear Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere Say hoooo! Yeah, and you don't stop Throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care If you're sparkin' blunts with clean underwear Somebody say, oh yeah! (Oh yeah!) Oh yeah, and you don't stop Yo, 'cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop Back and forth, forth and back I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack Skin is black, hair is brown Eyes are red, you know that I can get down When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life Because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight Yeah, yeah, uh-huh! West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn! Burn motherfucker, burn! Check it out, well, my name is Jammer and I'd like to say That I'm a super def rapper comin' straight from L.A. 5'10' brown skin, twenty-three years old And all the ladies love me 'cause I'm pigeon-toed I step in the party and I bust my move Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove Sucker MC try to call my bluff You better beware, 'cause I'm just too tough y'all Please please y'all, please please check it out Y'all, yeah yeah y'all Yeah, please, please check it out So stomp your feet, and clap your hand While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand On the turntable, one and two We got the grand incredible cuttin' just for you Like this, like this, like this Do that shit, do that shit, do it! All my rhymes are hard as hell I am the one and I prevail You will sail, you will fail I am the doctor, oh yeah, what? Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all Y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out Check it out check it out check it out y'all Check it out check it out check it out y'all Party over here! Party over there! Party right here! Party right there! Party over there! There's a party in your mouth