Intro:




I'll Just Sway...



This's The Way It Goes Down



Def Squad



Nine Pound



Check This Here




Verse One:




The E Gets Wicked No Need For The Biscuit



The Green Eyed Funkdafied Brother Coming Wicked



I Sets The Party Off Just Like Tanqueray



The Funk Lord Nobody Else Could Swing This Way



I Put The Loc To The Motion Drop The Funk Coast To Coast And



I Buck Like Shot Cuz I Know I Got Cha Opin



Check The Soup, I Dogg The Mic Like Snoop



I Get Swift Like H-Town, When I Knock Da Boots (daaat's Right)



I'm Dynamite With This Mic



I Show Like Doug E. And I Rock The Mic Lovely



The Afrodesiac, Bringin The Do-wah-diddy



To Your City, On The Zapp Side With The Vibe



I'm Stone Cold Like Bobby And Ralph T



I Come With The Game Of Death, Without Bruce Lee



The Irregular Speakin, For Those MC's Who Be Tweakin



Catch Me At The Beacon Just Freakin




Chorus:




Brothers Can't See Me



Cuz My Style's The Bom-digi-bom-uh-dang-a-dang-digi / Repeat 2X



...



Brothers Can't See Me




Verse Two:




It Goes One For The Trouble, Two For The Show



Aiyyo, I'm Gettin Airplay Like The Most Beautiful



I'm The Mack, I Made Goldy Turn Chrome



When I Induce My Styles Upon The Microphone (yeah)



I Goes Down For Y'all In Broad Daylight



Weeded, Rockin The Mic Like Ta-dow And Psych



Today Is A Green Day, So It's Blazin



To Specify It, I Get Big-up From Jamaicans



Hey, The E-R-I-C-K Gets Down For The Public



More Doper Than Janet Jackson's Stomach



Ask Anybody, Who's The Dopest Producer?



I Think Of Cruise, I'm Never Too Much Like I'm Luther



My Sty