Return Of The B-Boy

Yo yo yo yo is eighty-seven in the house
HELL YEAH
Is eighty eight in the house

HELL YEAH
So everybody's in the house

So everybody get on up
Ah 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 ah one two
Cause I check it
Baby just lend me your ear
For a second
Cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin

Hold on the horse
Cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the park
And my preachers don't know ya
Then hop off the ark
Are you hip
Do you need another tip cause that's
Just like a talk light
In the asscrack tip
Jump onnn it Shake your sh*t
If you want it

Show no shame
Hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
It ain't no thang to jam on it
Jam onnn it You don't stop
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 hoooo HOOOOOO

Yeahhhhhhhhh and you don't stop

Throw your hands in the air

And wave em like you just don't care
If you're sparkin blunts
With clean underwear
Somebody say ohh yeahhhh OHHH YEAHH

OHHH YEAHHH

And ya don't stop

Yo cause back in eighty-nine
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

Yeah yeah uh-huh

West coast West coast

West coast is on fire

We don't need no water
Let the motherf**ker burn

Burn motherf**ker burn
Check it out
Well my name is Jammer
And I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper
Comin straight from L A
Fly tan brown skin
Before you're 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 the 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

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Do that sh*t do that sh*t 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 ohh yeah what

Please please what
Please please check it out y'all
Y'all y'all please y'all y'all
Please check it out

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Check it out y'all
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Check it out y'all
Party over here

Party right here

Party over there