Return of the B-Boy

Yo, yo, yo, yo, is eighty-seven in the house?

Hell, yeah

Is eighty-eight in the house? (It's the master, the master)

Hell, yeah

So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)

So everybody get on up

Ah yes, yes y'all

I got the fever for the flavour of a beat y'all

I stand tall, gets raw like beef y'all

I moo-moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, one, two

'Cause I check it

Baby just lend me your ear for a second

'Cause I'm wrecking eardrums, cold Black-N-Deckin

Hold on the horse 'cause the force is quite dark

If you can't slide then stay out the park

And my preachers don't know you then hop off the ark

Are you hip? Do you need another tip?

'Cause just like a talk light, in the ass crack tip

Jump on it! Shake your shit, if you want it

Show no shame, hey Malik goddamn get your arrow and aim

It ain't no thing to jam on it, 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 'em like you just don't care

If you're sparking blunts with clean underwear

Somebody say, oh yeah (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, hair is brown

Eyes are brown, you know that I can get down

When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes you like

Because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

Now West coast, West coast, 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

That I'm a super def rapper coming straight from L.A.

5'10' brown skin, twenty-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, please y'all, please, please check it out y'all

Yeah, yeah y'all

Yeah, please, 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

Like this

Like this

Do that shit, do that shit, do it

All my rhymes are hard as hell

I am the one and I prevail

You won't sail, you will fail

I am the doctor

 

Please, please, what?

Please, please check it out, y'all, y'all

Please y'all, y'all, y'all, please check it out y'all

Check it out, check it out here

Check it out, check it out here

Party over here

No party right here

Yo, party over there

There's a party in your mouth