Return of the B-Boy

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo, is '87 in the house? (Hell yeah) Is '88 in the house? (It's the master, the master) (Hell yeah) So everybody get on up (Pharcyde's in the house) Everybody get on up (Here we go) [Verse 1: Slimkid3] Uh, yes, yes, y'all I got the fever for the flavor of a beat, y'all I stand tall, gets raw like beef, y'all I moo-moo like a cow, honey, child Or, ooh, uh, one, two 'Cause I check it Baby, just lend me your ear for a second 'Cause I'm wreckin' eardrums cold, Black+Deckin' Hold on the horse 'cause the force is like dark If you can't slide, then stay out the park If my preachers don't know you, then hop off the ark Are you hip? Do you need another tip? 'Cause that's just like a talk light in the ass crack tip Jump on it Shake your shit if you want it Show no shame, hey, Malik, goddamn, get your arrow and hang It ain't no thing to jam on it, jam on it (You don't stop) [Verse 2: Bootie Brown] The debonair MC in the place to be Came to rock the B-boys and the young ladies Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long So the party won't stop until the break of dawn It's like that, y'all, it's like this, y'all When I play, B-boy don't miss, y'all Some people wear all that Fila gear Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere Say ho (Ho) Yeah, and you don't stop [Verse 3: Imani] Throw your hands in the air And wave 'em like you just don't care If you're sparking blunts with clean underwear Somebody say, "Oh yeah" (Oh yeah, oh yeah) And you don't stop Yo, 'cause back in '89, I was doin' the wop Back and forth, forth and back I'm from the streets now, I'm a straight mack Skin is black (What?), hair is brown (What?) Eyes are red, you know that I can get down When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life Because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight [Interlude] Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh-huh Yo, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast is on fire We don't need no water, let the motherfucker burn Burn, motherfucker, burn [Verse 4: Fatlip] Check it out Well, my name is Jammer and I'd like to say That I'm a super def rapper comin' straight from LA Five-ten, brown skin, twenty-three years old And all the ladies love me 'cause I'm pigeon-toed I step in the party and I bust my move Cold rock a mic with the hip-hop groove Sucker MC try to call my bluff You better beware 'cause I'm just too tough, y'all Please, please, y'all, please, please, check it out Y'all, yeah, yeah, y'all Yeah, please, please, check it out So stomp your feet and clap your hand While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand On the turntable, one and two We got the grand incredible cuttin' just for you Like this (Like what?) Like this (Like what?) Like this (Like what?) (Do that shit, do that shit, do it) All my rhymes are hard as hell I am the one and I prevail You will sail, you will fail I am the doctor [Outro] Please, please, what? Please, please, check it out Y'all, y'all, please, y'all, y'all, y'all, please, check it out Y'all, y'all, y'all, please, y'all, please, please, check it out Party over here (Party over here) Yo, party right here (Party right there) Yo, party over there (Party in your mouth)