White Boys - Running the Show lyrics

The White Boys The White Boys The White Boys (Fresh) The White Boys (Fresh) The dope beat's pumpin, cold comin correct The White Boys in full effect, check What I'm sayin, the vocals, our voice Just like my lady my rhymes are choice It ain't difficult, so come to my area Just listen, the beat will carry ya Hands in the air, literal excitement Marley made the track, on the rhyme time I spent Stupid dope, however you describe it Just like a beverage you will [?] it Into your system, an injection This is '88, the year of an election So yo, vote for this funky groove It sounds strange, but you got to move So move, groove, soothe your soul The beat is loose, it's on parole Cold slammin to let you know The White Boys are running this show The White Boys are runnin this show [x4] I'm rhymin, the dope entertainer With a story about Elena It's short, but to the point You better listen or leave the joint It's serious, mysterious, it left me curious Why Elena was tryin to hurry us To tie the knot and buy a lot A house, a car, a dog named Spot I got wise, looked in her eyes Said, "What's the hurry and why all the lies?" She was busted, not trusted I just broke, mad and disgusted She wanted money, fortune and fame She didn't love me, she loved my name She took heed and not my dough And now she knows who's runnin this show The White Boys are runnin this show [x4] It goes 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 A rhyme from my mind, you won't find A lime like mine in any kind of time So unwind, loosen up, just get funky The situation at hand is hunky Dory, don't bore me Listen close, I tell you a story About a crew who came around my way And told me I'd outplayed my stay I said: "No way, you wanna fight, okay Go ahead, O.J., and make my day" But don't ignore this I take you out just like Chuck Norris Or Bruce Lee, you're so sorry Why don't you go play your Atari You're like Pac Man, old and silly You remind me of the four Hillbillies Black Gold and Texas T Why don't you move to Beverly Hill, that is, in California One more thing, I need to warn ya When you go home, don't go to sleep I pull up in my jeep, the horn'll go beep And when you hear that, look out your window So you'll know who's runnin this show The White Boys are runnin this show [repeated till fade]