to DA break of dawn - bug out mix

Yeah
All my sex involved
As we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre
Everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects
And I cant resist
So we get funky in the house
You know m sayin?
L.L. Cool J style
What?
This aint on a pop tip
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
Im like a shark with blood comin out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens
Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now youre gettin done without Vaseline
Wouldnt bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow
Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that aint strong, brother, youre dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on
Ha, you cant handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up french fry
Im that type of guy
And I slammed you know, just like a sumo
Put him in pampers , leave my drawers in his hamper
When Im through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin MC scheme
Gettin crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin like Shaft, put you in a cask - bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MCs I peep, sweep, play cheap
And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the yukmouth smile
Cause brother, you aint got no style
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Hey yo, thats kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah...
Immaculate styles I use to abuse
MCs, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose
To the damager, microphone manager
Cold crush and bruise and bandage a amateur
That amateur swingin a hammer
From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But Im the wrong brother to dance with
Cause I dont need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin the gift, but you just dont shoot it right
You couldnt bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldnt throw a rock in a ghost town
So dont try to play post, clown
You know the L.L.s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin shot down
Gimme that microphone
Im a show you the real meaning of the danger zone
Stop dancin, get to walkin
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldnt break a glass
Gimme a lighter - woof!
Now youre cut loose
From that jherri curl juice
Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, Ima give you a slap
Thats right, a little kick for that crap
Cause my old gym teacher aint supposed to rap
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up
I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah...
How dare you stand beside me
Im Cool, I freeze I-c-e
On your trail and Ima cut that bull tail
Youre disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But Ima drink you down over the rocks
While I freak on your album cover jocks
Youre gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., hard as hell
Your broad wears it well
Shes the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and youre bound to get dropped
And stopped, I aint Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you Im immune to them romper room tunes
You little hip-hop racoon
Im not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned
So tell me how you like your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your tv on channel fuzz
Uncle L, thats how much damage he does
Heres 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab
Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
You know m sayin
Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin out
My man Clash in the house
Sippin on this Bartles & Jaymes premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin back
Keep on
Peace