Lyrics

[Intro] Alright Marv, this is a take (And if you look you will discover, yeah Lord, it's a real mother for ya yeah) Alright Marv, this is a take [Verse 1] Mellow like wine, easy like Sunday mornin' Marvelous, hah, rolling down on 'em People, gather around, feel my fire Sweat as you stutter-step, you admire The way my tongue twizzles [?] mechanical trick Yo, I'm nationally the [?] party people's pick With a style that flows on the way I flow my style Was back and forth, forth and back, and this is how it goes First rhyme is second and my second rhyme is first Hey people in the party, here's the first verse Smooth with the music, real smooth And you're now bear witness while I got you groovin' On the dance floor, on the floor you do your dance Go get your dance partner, huh, and take a chance 'Cause I'm the party-packer that promoters pay 'Cause I'm always sayin' somethin', havin' somethin' to say So check it out buddy, pump it up in your car Let it be known that I'm the new rap star Slayin' and waxin' all corny rap competitors Huntin' and tauntin' the party, like Predator The royal rap rebel, hard rocker of rap The quick-tongued flapper with the quick flap The bad brother, there could never be another And you know what? (And if you look you will discover, yeah Lord, it's a real mother for ya yeah) Let it go Cash! [Verse 2] Ladies in the place, throw your hands up (Hot thang), shake your big butt On the dance floor, get with it The beat is just dope y'all, so admit it My style could transform, like an Autobot Rhymes stay sweet, yeah, like a Charms pop Got the kinda rhymes that you wanna hear Cash cuttin' combination comes clear to your ear Some haters don't like it, or do you like it or hate it? You're underrated, try to diss it, but then you imitate it But let me tell you this man, I'm here to stay To break it down raw, let the drums play! (Yo man, ain't that that, yo that's the sucker who came by last week man, yo Marv, go posse man, get him man, get him!) [Verse 3] This is for the suckers who say I can't hang And this is for the people whose jockin' my thing (Yo this is for the cut) and the rhymes galore And this is for me, (yeah that's who that was for) This is for our fans all over the map And this is dedicated to all the people in rap Man, this is for the people who bought the song And this is one reason, (yeah my lyrics are strong) The icing on the cake, let the champagne pop 'Cause I'm rhymin' and climbin' all the way to the top The super-bad brother, there could never be another And you know what? (And if you look you will discover, yeah Lord, it's a real mother for ya yeah) Give it to 'em Cash, c'mon! [Outro] Hey ladies in the place, can y'all deal with it? Watch out, watch out That's one of the things, you know, we go ahead and talk about it, ya know what I'm sayin'? You dig?