Change The Style

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo we ain't playin, and as the chang stop, let's get buckwild Now let's take it to the stage, you suckaz "I'm the son of a bad..." [Verse 1] ... Dance 'Cause suckaz can't deal with it Straight up til they hittin it Yall diggin would do it and I let you know I'm diggin you Basically... We'll swing with a hit Coming from the grip Me on another brother tip? Ain't none of that Down like a elevator You know I gotta make it feel funky for ya - Yo, does that mean we're going with it, or what? - Show em no pity fool, huh Cause you're fakin the funk Preach to the mic and I'll recite And I'm not the herb or the one to be tested Take my advice brother I suggest When you steppin, the mic checkin I'm wreckin, so the rhyme must stop Yeah it feel like that, bust it while I change the style [Reggae Interlude] [Verse 2] Can you feel it, word Feet cut you to the curb Hey, this new way to sway SOB, now run and get right back at it with your bad self Look, I got the bag - I got the cash Hit me with a hit from the past ...Damn They can't get enough of the funk, I said // I cut your hole in your pants So devastating as I'm saying these rhymes To the party like a renegade Hit 'em raw // I'm back, just like the Bozack Rhymes from another world while radio jocks be killing me softly Bust it while I change the style [Doo-Wop Interlude] (Baby I love you) Baby I love you (Yes I do) Oh, yes I do (With all my life) With all my life (You're my dream come true) You're my dream come true [Verse 3] Up and down, wrapped around Pardon my manners Yo word to the mother, I like your style - Somebody talkin 'bout cutting us down? Now, cut a brother down? Suckaz will be world renowned // Born and raised on a one way street And you can see I'm wheezy that be tearing it up Yo, you should watch the sound I'll freak movements with this shit here Put it on the air Rhyme on a coaster, cold like a hoe Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt Try and test me and I smoke ya Take the microphone cord, straight up choke ya //yo kick that crab to the curb! //Hot damn, here I am, jammin at the jam, jammin at the jam [Verse 4] Stand up... you know I got soul I'm feelin so super bad You foamin like the Foreman like I'm formin a line A circle for the wear and tear But if I was the crooked Al I would switch it around Criss Cross your little hit down get down skeet down, punk ...Jack Well I'm a LI Killa, you bet I'm strapped I'm layin out a world attack on the mic You know when I kick, you don't dig it, and I'm doing the saying I keep sayin... I'm roaring like a lion, the rhyme need a brother Ice I'm on fire, sit down for my people, it's suiting my scripture I emphasize the dialogue needs nothin You become inferior I go and bury ya I go and put my hand on my tool The technique is funk for ya eardrum You will say the Son of Bazerk?! [Outro] Change the style! Get wild! Change the style! Ow!