Cooley's Rap

I like hard rock, and old-school rap Eminem's a clown and kid rock's a hack I like the Beastie Boys and Run DMC Sugar Hill Gang's ahh-ighte wit me I can ad lib cuz I'm all that, uh huh Imperromptu jammin', off the top of my head I'm the best rapper that isn't dead I remember way back in the day, when I was just a little man I had a red rubber hippity hop, went hoppin' round the basement land Just bouncin' around back and forth up and down and side to side Holdin' on to the handle in my own little world, felt like I could fly I was fly alright, and definitely fresh Not to mention def and dope, word When my sister wanted to use it, I stone cold said nope I went hip to the hop, hop to the hip, I was hip to the hoppity most And I don't stop, but I'll drop you like your hot I'm conceded, like to brag and boast Fully strapped, packin' the heat Slayin' sucka squirrels that I never did eat, say what? Yo-yo, Duncan Imperial, purple Walkin' the dog, around the world in circles Representin' GB, southside of Flint Grew up in da hills and I'll give you a hint Bling bling, had it goin' on, done my time, now I'm an ex-con, oh no Wore Timberlands, Fila, and K-Swiss too Before anybody from the hood even knew I'm from the street, Plantation Drive Didn't have no slaves, didn't talk no jive Scratchin' records on my turntable, I didn't sweat the technic Slam dunkin' off the neighbors backboard Never had to leave my feet, sweet Cold hoopin' it, out in the driveway, just a b-boy tryin' to score Goin' to the junior high dances at night Break dancin' out on the floor Then the dj would cool it down, I slow danced with all the fine cuties When the teachers weren't lookin, I was gettin' some tongue An grabbin' me some bootys Gittin' jiggy, don't know why All I can say is I musta been high, whoa When I wasn't chillin', I was bustin' a rhyme Either that or perpetratin' a crime I only smoke chronic, drink Tanqueray and tonic Keepin' it on the down low Dort highway cruise, holla at a ho Homeboys in the Nova, posse in effect Drove that car till it was totally wrecked, my bad Pimp my ride, I think not, didn't need to be down wit no cops They stole my stash, my bowl that's cashed, and cut down my crops Givin' a shout out to my peeps, you best gimme my props And if you don't show me no respect I'll bust you up side your chops, believe it Yeah boyeee, can I get a square Why's that afro pick stuck in your hair I'm down wit dat, I'm keepin' it real When the man keeps you down, you gots ta steal Just a thug, I'm gonna git you sucka Never knew nobody said word to yo mutha You be illin', you be trippin' too Me and my adidas gonna crush your groove You're wack, word to that, but I'm a playa and I'm PH phat What up doe?, I'm tellin' you dog, snoop ain't got nothin' on me It's on you, the onus that is, hi my name is Scotty C Went downtown to get the nickel bags, I loved to smoke that cheeba Kicked back with my remote control, watched MTV on my Toshiba