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Hooked on hip-hop phonics Yeah, it works for me, so jump aboard Yeah, this train is free, the conductor Let me toot my whistle, the instructor of the funky uncle fizzle We be dancing on a lake when it ain't froze over We be walking on water while you're sinking your rover If you step any close, you'll be eatin' some teeth So please, step back, I entreat I dish deep like deep dish supreme Step large, walk hard on a two-man team (yup!) Gangsta lean, I'm kitchen clean We gettin' clout like a carnivore gots gout So shout out loud All you party people bring it when the time is decreed Your feet are in need of a one step, two-step TCB like Bubba Ho-Tep baby Stop! Drop! Roll, roll Stop! Drop! Roll, roll Look, tonight's the night, P Dot Early's on the mic I came to get the party hyped Dressed to the nines, punchline I got more dimes than a fourth grade lunch line I'm gonna get mine, mine, stake mine, really Chi-town cat getting cheese like Philly Order steak at the grilly, I flow chilly Put jokes on every rapper, like Laffy Taffy silly Look, I make the groove get down I love the way she shakes that little ghetto booty girl, like (oh!) Hold up, touch your knees to your elbows She likes my kicks, betcha Nike don't sell those But I bet you sweat your weave out the Velcro Let your milk shake, put them fries on the track Let me fill your order girl, I'm a Big Mac And you's a chicken nugget head, dip it in my chit-chat Stop! Drop! Roll, roll Stop! Drop! Roll, roll Cast my net off the side of a boat I ain't pulled up fish, I pulled up a microphone and some dope beats Unsurpassable feats, surpassed by me, fortnightly (walk softly) But I carry a big stick, nasty, oh, it's so fantastic Like Lincoln, lemme log, lemme log We the slammer, Emcees is Pogs We be on ya like a boar hog on a corn cob Like a dog on a pole, like a rat on a Cheetos Like a polo popped collar on an alt-bro Like skinny jeans wherever hipsters roll (woo!) It's day old and bold, so put some bag balm on it 'Cause I'm told, from pole to pole, from coast to coast We smooth as hummus on fancy toast They're bringing out the nanny, ladies and gentlemen Can't Stop Won't Stop, mega They're coming through the door They're holding the scepter, so put away your sword, just leave it alone Can't Stop Won't stop, they're coming home to roost
Writer(s): David Peterson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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