Yo, it's '87 in the house
Hell, yeah
It's '88 in the house (It's the master...)
Hell, yeah
So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)
So everybody get on up and turn this mother out
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 wrecking eardrums
Cold Black-And-Decking
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 asscrack 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 thang to jam on 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 ho! (Ho!)
Yeah, and you don't stop
Throw your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care
If you're sparking blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say "Oh, yeah!" (Oh, yeah!)
And you don't stop
Yo, cause back in '89 I was doing 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, uh huh!
West coast is on fire!
We don't need no water!
Let the motherfucker burn!
Burn, motherfucker, burn!
Check it out
Well, my name is Jammer
And I'd like to say hat I'm a super def rapper coming 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, y'all
Please check it out
Y'all, yeah
Yeah, 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 cutting just for you
Like this
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
Oh, yeah
What?
Please, what, please check it out, y'all
Y'all, please, y'all, please check it out
Check it out, y'all
Party over here! Party over there!
Party right here! Party right there!
Party over there! There's a party in your mouth