The Way it’s Goin’ Down

Lyrics

[Intro] Hit me, baby (That's right) Uh, a-hurt me, baby (That's right), that-that-that-that funk That-that-that (That's right), that-that That-that's-that's that funkdafied-like funk (That's right) That's that retarded-like (That's right) funk Like you put your armpits on the drum machine (That's right), good God Break me off some of that, come on (That's right) [Verse 1] Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock To this here rhythm, music'll hit 'em, get 'em, my lyrics'll fit 'em When I get with 'em, they'll admit I'm smokin' like bags of ism The way that I keep amazin' y''all, don't even know who you're facin', pa The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car The one who created it, many others imitated it I heard your rap style, kid, I hated it Let me show you how, look here, now check my style, what I spit out It'll raise your brow, make you say wow, ba-da-bow-bow, come on now, let's get down And sway this way when you hear the music play Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say, hey [Pre-Chorus] I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane (Uh-huh) He makes the party swing (Yes, sir) He turns the mother out (Mhm) And rips apart things (Then I go) [Chorus] Da-da-da, da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound and I love the way it's goin' down Da-da-da, da-da You know I like the way it sound and I just love the way it's goin' down [Verse 2] Now, what's this BS you're sayin'? And don't try to act like Martin now, with all that "I was just playin'" No need to grief or mourn, 'cause now, the beef is on Boom-bap, boo-bow-bow, kid, your teeth is gone Just 'cause you rap, that don't mean that ya catchin' wreck with me You step to this, I give your mic a vasectomy I only know one person that can come next to me No, that's a tattle, 'cause I can't count my own shadow A battle? I gots to have it Unless you're gonna rob me like they did Whittaker when he fought Chavez 'Cause tryin' to go against the Kane rappin' Is like a pimp tryna pull a nun, ain't nothin' happenin' Clear the way for the one champion, true Black don who begun gettin' the job done Take a look, hon, back up, son, you know you can't get none Come on, I'm on a whole 'nother level of rap And it's like that, now show me where the party at, uh-huh [Chorus] Da-da-da, da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound and I love the way it's goin' down Da-da-da, da-da You know I like the way it sound and I love how it's goin' down [Verse 3] The B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another D Then back to the K to the A to the N to the E Live from New York, the one and only I give it to you raw for my homies, uh, and to the ladies I take 'em lookin' somethin' fine and don't mind If we bump and grind, if you're with me, jump in line, because If in my wallet I can find one prophylactic Then you better believe, girl, that you gonna get your ass dicked Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur The kind you saw the rhyme before, but now you never find no more Steppin' to the Kane with some drama to be startin' Because I put 'em all on ice like Tonya Harding Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy Rollin' with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy So, to all the people that's been tryin' to talk about me You better change your name to 5000, 'cause you're Audi And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin' to them too Just put the beat on and watch how I swim through the groove With more style than a backstroke Drivin' past my competition like cab drivers do Black folks That's the way I move, I always stay the smooth Operator with data watin' for you to play a groove To turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm about Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house, shamon [Chorus] Da-da-da, da-da Yeah, I like the way it sound and I love the way it's goin' down Da-da-da, da-da You know I like the way it sound and I just love the way it's goin' down [Outro] That's right That's right That's right