Beat Bop (Edit)

歌詞

Get funky in the place! Get funky in the place! It’s pathetic dope addicts have to be abused It’s a shame what a day to be a prostitute Life is given to us just to do the right thing Instead of that we came a ho or a big dope fiend Make you feel real bad every time I see Another bum or brother sleeping on the street In the corner in the morning every night and day It’s a pity so many people try to act gay Everybody’s turning crazy so you’d better believe To do the right things or soon you’ll see Life ain’t a moral joke it’s a serious thing When you’re dealing with the answers that you can’t explain New York City is a place of mysteries Drug addicts dope dealers taking over the streets That me is always saying why the hell do we pay? What for they break the laws and get a couple of days No sense tryin’ to help there’s really no use Think of us messing up lectating at you Hot rocks tryin’ to pop with no respect Niggas waiting at the station for the big pay cheque Home boys going bakin’ on Thursday night Girls waiting in the house for Mr. Right Kids going to school just to be a fool Never want to learn work just a polin’ on you babe It’s the funky beat and it’s the funky beat And it’s the funk, the funk and it’s the funky beat Yeah This is the mellow they call the Rammell That rocks you with the rhythm that’ll shock your spell When the shake-up kid that wakes you up in the morning Gotta rape with the rhythm like a number one groanin’ MC quick just to make your peanut butter Shock with the rhythm of a number one undercover Break it up just shake it up rodeo uh Break it up just shake it up rodeo uh I’m the mellow D down with the funky sound That can mace your brain with my diamond studded crown Just a makin’ you dip like a little bitty dive Live a prick just bakin’ your hide Rock on to the break of dawn Just freak that yeah baby Just freak it yeah baby Like the little jelly-bean I’m a sweet like a candy-cane Make you get down just the number one stain on the train Just groovin’ like a say john Just break it up yeah yeah stay john Like a roller coaster ride that can make you bump Just groovin’ with the rhythm as I shake your rump You gotta rock rock you don’t stop the baby y’all You gotta now rock and you don’t stop Just hip-hop the day they doo-be-doo Yeah Scooby Doo what you wanna do crew Just freak out, yeah baby Just freak up yeah, yeah baby Drink it up yeah, I know my dea I can rock you out this atmosphere Like a gangster prankster number one bankster Got the much cash to make you thank you Rock on to the break of dawn Break of dawn, keep it on keep it on I know ZZ that can rock quick Like a iconoclast had your rhythm to the stick Just a rock on like the finger lick Finger popping hop popping now don’t stop bunny rock Bunny rock and you don’t stop That long finger nail at the end of my tip Of my pinkie cocaine make you slip a my lip Just make you freak when a panny wanny with clip Got the little pat to the dab’ll make you my hip Shake shake rock body rock the hip and the hop Like RPM’s my Nose don’t care about the rhythm that breaks Because the music is down when your body want to shake Gotta hip hop and then baby dog get down Let the rock just shock your dome Just break it up, shake it up yeah baby Cause the groove just rocks like a little shady Get shade yeah, shade it up with the glasses Make it on with the serious pattern Get the melody quick, yep the melody sound That’ll rock you quick with the number one crowd I can get up on the groove that make you shake down Cause the beat from the depths of hell make you get down Rock on, to the beat Freak it on, freak it on with that kid unique Just check it out, check check it out I said I broke into a dun Seville yeah And then I shot across top of hill, with the chill yeah Break it up Cypress Hill, shake it up With the writings on the wall, I don’t give a fuck Just jam it up, rock on you don’t stop Jam it up, rock on you don’t stop The B-boy, rock on you don’t stop Freak it on freak it on break down don’t stop From the depths of hell, rock well Rammell Rock on to the beat beat Yeah candy-cane kid you’re just rocking so sweet Cause I’m a jam up hip hop making the tip top Shake on the break down the needle on the eye Grooving with the rhythm of the break in the tie Smoke cheeba, into whores, drinking all week through Never want to go to school and that’s a fact Till all of a sudden you got left back Now you’re feeling real low and mighty hurt And your friends are snapping on you like you’re a jerk Now things are hard and you’re really depressed And your mind can’t function cause you can’t pass the test You’re saying to yourself what can I do? I can’t go home, I might as well quit school Jobs are hard to find everybody knows And you can’t do crime cause you’re on parole No education is a big disgrace and So you might as well work at the sanitation Can you get my drift? Get funky in the place Well I was coming from school it was three o’clock Had no money in my pocket broke to the last drop I had no way of getting home I was really messed up cause I was all alone I felt the real sick and very confused And my heart was pumping fast I think it was the booze And my legs felt the weak and I couldn’t walk Got pains in my chest when I tried to talk I said, ‘Oh God it had to happen to me' ‘Give me a chance to straighten up and get a day OB' 'Cause I’m the type of person who likes to play And at the time I had a drink and got carried away You know everybody once made a mistake It’s not too late to straighten up so give me a break I’ll go to church and do my work instead of being a jerk As a doctor or a lawyer even desk clerk Whatever you say I must do 'Cause you’re the one and only and I trust you Crime is going up....