These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox, jukebox

Since Dana Dane's "Nightmares," I knew you were the one

The way you spoke to me through "The Sample and the Drum"

Good Lord, "The Message" you sent to the young world

Opened my eyes, then my destiny unfurled

It was "Me, Myself and I," chillin’ with a buddy

A "Microphone Fiend" who never thought about the money

In’ the "Summertime," everybody was listenin’

When the cars drove by with the boomin’ system

I needed an "Around the Way Girl" who wasn't a slut

I picked Gina ‘cause she had a "Big Ol' Butt"

She and I got closer with every kiss and each hug

But she left and gave me "The Gas Face" ‘cause I had peach fuzz

At home base, we were "Steppin’ to the A.M."

'Til the "Stick-Up Kids" pulled out weapons and started sprayin’

We pushed it along and went to get some gumbo

But "I Left My Wallet in El Segundo"

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox, jukebox

A lot of heads out there be "Fakin' the Funk"

So they better hit the deck when I pop the trunk

At halftime, that's "When the Fat Lady Sings"

It's a friendly game of baseball when this "New Jack Swings"

I "Party and Bullshit," on tour in each town

But if punks jump up, they'll get beat down

And you could throw your guns, but make sure they don't "Jam"

Slow down, before you get "Slam”ed

The "Scenario" is this: never come wack

In showbiz, I want my pockets fat, not flat

My ex was a mentirosa—she always liked to lie

She kept on "Passin' Me By," for those other guys

I "Know-the-Ledge," but she didn't "Understand"

I could get psycho, and “Just Kill a Man”

"Tonight's the Night," "Miuzi Weighs a Ton" under my pea coat

I'm "Poppa Large," big shot of East coast

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox, jukebox

I compose symphonies only when I'm drunk

And "Reminisce" on the times when homies would never front

Swingin’ ep's in the "Back of the Jeep" with chick girl chillin’

Just ask her—her "Pink Cookies Got Crushed by a Building"

But after that, I fronted like I never knew her

‘Cause her "Juicy" ass smelled like it was straight from the sewer

"I Get Around" like a Ferris wheel

And come cleaner than a new pistol to get "Mass Appeal"

I'm from "Bucktown.” Don't try to take the throne

‘Cause it's "Operations Locked Down"

Sippin’ "Gin’ & Juice," and "Today Was a Good Day"

I got a bag of "Blue Funk" and I'm smokin’ it with "Camay"

On my front stoop, kickin’ "Flava in the Ear"

I'm "Sittin’ on Chrome" so you got nothin’ to fear

Everything's "La Schmoove," I bag the "Tenderoni"

Now all I wanna know is "Where My Homiez?"

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox

These are my favorite songs of all time

So I flipped the titles and put 'em in a rhyme (a rhyme)

I made this song for you to rock

So put four quarters in the jukebox, jukebox

Yo Marco, play that next shit!