One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

I be that lay-back lounger from the Lafayette Ave.

Talkin' made lip and ****, that ain't my style

Makin' mad chips, and I shall proceed

And I gets busy that's word to my seed (What seed?)

The seed to my H-Y-dro

And the big Y-O gon' keep it fly, though

And Yog' don't sleep, players be on him

Wakin' up, French kissin' duct tape the next morning

See, it's time to pay dues, deliver the news

Like you, mass, we refuse to lose

Rhymes and booze, the life we choose

Fight with the mic like Muslims and Jews

No shame in our game, things stay the same

**** try to front, we ain't with the flame

Never take the blame, too much game

In the concrete jungle, our minds untamed

You can clap your hands, the hands you clap

If your girl's in the club, it's your girl I mack

If you don't know, check the sound

I am from the Boogie Down

The Rhythm Blunt Cru, the crew's Rhythm Blunt

Hang a **** from his Versace, don't front

Got big booty ****, but they ain't for sale

With them big, juicy lips like Rochelle, for real

As I'm makin' funky tracks with my main man, Taj

And I gotta make a mil' so Shah can make the Hajj

I'm smart, but not Maxwell, the demo's on the Maxell

Then print the jam on wax and sit back and watch the wax-ell

I swear, Latin Kings like guerrilla family, like, damn

Yogi's comin' through, Chad, my man

Rippin' microphones off hypertones or the slow ones

Yeah, we about when our flow's done

Bust you down like the last cigarette

Rhythm Blunt Cru, we the best **** yet

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

Ayo, I used to begin love with this girl named E. Bridget

Had a crush on Puffy, fat **** like a midget

Rollin' with them kids called the uptown Cosa Nostra

Goin' state to state in a hooped-up Testarossa

I said, "Oh, Bridget, baby, know you drive me crazy

When I see your body, you astound and amaze me"

She said, "Yogi Bear, I ain't nothing but trouble

Keep me on the low, I'll see you when you bubble"

Yo, I want the kingdom, the power, and the glory

The old story is gettin' money and livin' hunky-dory

Plenty you fall, any and all quickly

Known to turn lesbo, strictly dick-ly

Crushin' like a wrecking ball when it fall

I reckon y'all on a ********, then give it his all

Just gimme some cash 'cause life is troublin'

One, two, one, two, let's start bubblin'

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')

One, two (One, two), one, two (One, two)

C-R-U (C-R-U), bubblin' (Bubblin')