What the f** was that?
What man? I don't know what's up
And what the f** did you miss?
Get past me people, get pa** me hit me
That was me that you missed
I'm the one you've been missing and wishing
For listen! (alright)
All commands will be coming from the goddamn top (Hit me!)
I'm the maestro (too bad)
I'm the n***a with the stick in this b**h (oh yeah)
Arranged it, directed, conducted
Any other f**ing names you can think of (hit me)
I got drums and sh**, tom-toms and sh**
I got congos and bongos and guitars and keyboards and cymbals and horns all up in this b**h ..
Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it
Wow, wow, kind of sh** you ain't heard on the Box in a while!
Even the white people sitting up in this motherf**er can't do nothing but say wow!
Hear that Helen?
He's tearing it up, that fella
I'd love to get my hands on those a capellas
That n***a sicker and slicker than oil on the pelican
We on the one
Me and the band gelling like Abbott and Costello
We go together like stanky and smelly
Tummy and belly, peanut bu*ter jelly (Hit it)
That's some fool, there, your mommas say, "That's my groove, there!"
f** the dumb sh**, k** ‘em with the drum kick
Give it to the n***a with the drum stick
Hit it!
I'm flipping on the record like an acrobat
You can't stop me cause it's something that I'm natural at
Even in the wake of my aftermath, I catch you b**hes
I'm losing my alphabet (what)
Aunt Bea, see these b**hes?
LMNO b**hes
OSTR, hit it
(Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it)
You can tell I'm getting money behind they lining up
But when I'll lead them, they'll be whining like them Monicas
Whether they diamonds, Madonnas, designers, iguanas
Rihanna, vaginas, piranha, hit it!
I'm getting too old to be calling names
Saying b**hes and hoes cause it's all the same
On top of that the rappers always getting all the blame
But is it really cause the n***as are just off the chain (hit it)
Chicka bow chicka bow bow
Toot it up, I got some for the brown brown
Black man, put your mother f**ing crown on
Pull your f**ing pants up, band, break it down now
Wow
Even the white people sit in this motherf**er be nothing but got doing nothing but say
Wow? Look there Judy. that goddamn band's pretty groovy
I bet you two bumps off my a**
If you play that for Mum she'll shake her booty
Hit it
Get down the beat
Never ever ever been beat on the beat
Been more speedy than a cheetah with the rhythm I keep
Ba** drum thumpin like elephant feet
Cappin on these rappers like Muhammad Ali
I'm the greatest, I'm pretty
I open line in the jungle
Eyes on the freak in the goddamn hospital
Mumble, young man rumble!
This is totally ludicrous. It's preposterous. You guys are f**ing losers. You're gonna piss me off. I'm gonna run through you f**ing losers
They pissed me off, and we gonna knock you bums off
I'mma run through you
Prepare the beat! It's funky I'm bad (yeah) bad (yeah)
I'mma do my thing
Baby, baby, baby, baby hit me!
Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud!
Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud! (loud)
Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud!
Say it proud! I'm black and I'm loud!
You gotta give homage
Soul brother number one, James Brown, ain't nobody do it better
Hit it!
Bad man
Michael J
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Hit it, hit it, hit it