Free Style Rapping

Lyrics

[Intro] 2-1, 2-1, 2, in the place to be DJ Code Money on the wheels of steel My name happens to be MC Schoolly D We're gonna do somethin' freestyle for y'all And it go like this [Hook] 2-1, 2-1, 2-1, 2 Sucka ass niggas your time is through [Verse 1] Rockin' everybody, 'cause you know that I can Shockin' everybody, I'm a hell of a man Rockin' everybody, walkin' down the street Shockin' everybody, 'cause it sounds so neat First name's Schoolly, and my last name's D Got all the fly people hangin' at my feet Sucka ass niggas, in the place Don't even know why you're showin' your face Rockin' everybody, 'cause I know that I can Shockin' everybody, I'm a hell of a man Rockin' by my side, is MC Pimp Chillin' in the back, with a hell of a limp DJ Code, on the two turntables Shockin' everybody, 'cause he's willing and able [Hook] 2-1, 2-1, 2-1, 2 Sucka ass niggas, your time is through [Verse 2] 2 dollar bitches, get off of my back You'll never take a ride in my Cadillac 'Cause why you stinkin', we just thinkin' We pulled up in a blue cold Lincoln Sucka ass niggas, in the place We don't even know why you're showin' your face While my DJ makin' you dance Chillin' in the back with a B-Boy stance [Hook] 2-1, 2-1, 2-1, 2 Sucka ass niggas, your time is through [Verse 3] Sittin' one day, out and chillin' a while Watchin' re-runs of Gilligan's Isle Just one thing I'd like to know: Is that bitch Ginger a hoe? Saw her beach, so far out, shit Suckin' off the vessel's dick Then she got with Mr. Howell Got with the Skipper for a long long while If there is no circumstance My DJ will make you dance Call him Code or call him Lance But I'm in the back with the B-Boy stance [Hook] 2-1, 2-1, 2-1, 2 Sucka ass niggas, your time is through 2-1, 2-1, 2-1, 2 Sucka ass niggas, your time is through [Verse 4] Stop illin', while I'm chillin' Came here tonight to do some MC killin' Rhymes so def, they reach the ceilin' I know you're gettin' high, but I'm not drug dealin' The beat from the drum machine you're feelin' I know you're gettin' ready, waitin' and illin' Just wait a little longer 'cause I'm still chill chillin' If there is no circumstance My DJ will make you dance Call him Code or call him Lance But I'm in the back with the B-Boy stance [Hook] 2-1, 2-1, 2-1, 2 Sucka ass niggas, your time is through [Verse 5] The only reason why you on my tip Is because I make a lot of money, you dollar bitch I need a fly girl that's so so pretty Chillin' out hard in the big, big city Don't smoke no cheeba, don't do no coke Don't need a fly girl strung out on dope What I need is a fly girl full of romance Come on baby doll, nothin' but a chance While my DJ make you dance I'm in the back in the B-Boy stance