Step to me if you're ready for a beatdown
Swift wit my hands, I don't fuck around
I'm laying out MC's in a sec
I'll get wreck and break your muthafucking neck
Who can step to me from Compton
None them rappers 'cause I'm still stomping
So bail in your best MC's
Nigga, please
I'll wax you, tax you, I'll just fax you
Put in ?(sominian)? pumps to cold mack you
You think your rhymes are so fine
I'm rolling through Compton wit a tech nine
Eazy, you're sloppy, Dre you know you're played
Ren, You're cool but your rhymes don't lay
Against the D-O-G
The only dope rapper you had was I-C-E
But you tried to jerk him like a sucker
That's why he's larger than you dumb muthafuckas
And if there was a repercussion, there was no discussion
So the shit ain't nutting
And if you think you can fuck wit the D-O-G
Ha-ha, step to me
Step to me...
Watch me slip (niggaz chant)
You better have fear
Somebody should've told ya the Dog is near
I'm wiping that ass like tissue
Best believe the Dog's gonna dis you
Rip you up, tip you up, cold bust your lips up
Now shut the fuck up
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down
You know you can't fuck around wit the Jim Brown
Running MC's like a quarterback
Brothers are wack, I want my muthafucking money back
All those tracks you made
Fuck your grade 'cause your shit is played
Dis me, why bother
Stepping to me, you rather step to your father
Yea, and I'm all that
And NWA is crazy wack
Peace to Ice Cube, peace to Ice-T
DJ Quik, you can suck my dick
Then want to wax that ass
And send you back to hardcore class
And if you think you can fuck wit the D-O-G
Bring it on, step to me
Step to me...
Step to a man wit the clan at hand
Ina masterplan, shit, Godam
Lethal weapon, rhymes are def and
Tim Dog's a man, you shouldn't a been sleeping on
I carry on wit the song, you're right, I'm dog-gone
Word is born
I'll compare and dare wit a stare
Your sayind where, I'm over here
Rap bull, a guerilla warfare
Dis my crew, don't you dare
Girls jock me, crowds clock me
While rap artists peer's cock block me
But if there a rapper that think that he's better than me
Bring it on, step to me
[ring]
(Ooh God this is gonna be good)
(hello)
(Wake up)
Yeah ! Hahaha !
(Wake the fuck up, baby, this is WS... We don't give a fuck)
Make room, muthaphukka, make room [x4]
Make room for the muthaphukkin psychopath
Breakin rappers in half that don't know the math
Step to me if you're ready
You get chopped with a muthaphukkin machette
Coz I don't give a fuck about you,
your record company and your goddamn crew
All you pussies keep fakin the funk
Talkin much shit when you're nuthin but a punk
But the Dog is back
to rip a fat track, coz I'm a black Mac
I'm your fuckin nightmare
You better beware coz the Dog is here
I'll wax anybody
Bring it on, bring it on, I'm ready to party
Whatever you wanna do
You wanna roll with the guns, I got shit too
But ya better wear a bullet-proof vest
coz when I shoot to kill ain't nobody left
"Shoot to kill" is my motto
Fuckin with death you should have gone and played lotto
Everybody thought you was crazy
Look at'cha now, you're fuckin pushin up daisies
So everybody know the name of the muthaphukkin man that's insane...
Make room, muthaphukka, make room [x19]
This means war, suckas ya got static
Tim Dog is back to put the wack in check
Rippin MCs, strippin MCs
Breakin em down to they motherfuckin knees
I got loads a rhyme loads a time, goin for mine
And I'm even droppin dimes
Cause I have a quest for
To make wack MCs once who tried to get more
But how could you get more out
When you're just a motherfuckin sell out
Come back get real learn ya trade
Rap is an art not a source to get paid
But you wanna get bigger
You wanna be a mack when you're a low down nigga
So I'm gonna wax that ass
Takin motherfuckers back to class
I'm Dog dissin wack niggaz on wax
Whether you're old or new jacks
You can be a nigga with an attitude
But when I spank that ass you'll have gratitude
The Dog'll be smackin em up
Yeah, backin em up
Get up get down come and get yours
And if you're ready for a hardcore chore
Just come right down the 3rd lane
I got some shit for your brain
I'm unequvilble lyrical mysterical difficult
Hypethetical miracle
Alphabetical order sorter caught her
Brought her daughter you can't afforda
Rhyme like this cause you know you done missed
So when you need someone to follow after
Just come to the hardcore master
Damn flippin like pancakes
Stompin em out with my big Northlakes
You wanna be bigger
But ya gotta be ya def, insteada low down niggaz
Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz
Low down niggaz
Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz
Low down niggaz
Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz
Low down niggaz
Niggaz, niggaz, niggaz
Low down niggaz
Niggaz, niggaz
I don't give a fuck about the nigga sellin' crack
All I know, he better put some back
Robbin' the community, yo that's whack
You robbin' a Benz? You're gonna get jacked
If I was a cop I wouldn't fuck with Gotti
I'd fuck with Clinton and the congress party
If I was a cop I'd take from the rich
Give to the poor 'cause life's a bitch
If I was a cop I'd steal from the Italian
Go in the projects and unload by the batallion
If I was a cop, i'd take from you
You and you and you and you and you
'Cause bein' a cop now a days is no joke
Ya gotta be careful, ya might get smoked
People gettin' tired of playing cops games
Guilty, first thing they bash in your brains
Isn't it a shame that blacks feel the pain
And all these years ain't a damn thing changed
If I was a cop, I'd fight to strike back
Return of the Jedi, return of the black, jack
Yeah with this track I'm gettin' wicked
And all you dirty cops know where you can stick it
[CHORUS]
"Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump"
If I was a cop, if I was a cop I'd have a
"Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump"
If I was a cop, if I was a cop
"Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump"
If I was a cop, if I was a cop I'd have a
"Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump"
If I was a cop, if I was a cop, pop pop
If I was a cop I'd keep my head under block
A sucker tried to flip he'd get dropped
Bang, zoom, assume the position
If ya try ta run I got plenty ammunition
I stickin' up crooked cops like I'm down with the swat
Pop goes the nine, ya motherfuckin' swine
'Cause I'm takin' 'em out
Crooked cops is somethin' we can do without
Ya know you crooked ass crooks
The dirty motherfuckers, they just got off the hook
And all you judges on the bench
You're so fulla shit I can't stand the stench
To catch a few a them would be a plus
We'll hang them motherfuckers like they always hangin' us
'Cause if I was a cop, my people would survive
Work out like Jesse to keep peeps alive
Karim Abdul, Muhammad, and Louis Farrakhan
The ministers for the nation of Islam
Fuck Tipper Gore and what she stands for
Position when I reckon, position in the poor
[CHORUS]
Grab a pen suckas I riff, and smoke em up like a spliff
And drift and lift and sift and if
Take a whiff and sniff, cause I'm too swift
I got the gift for the mic to uplift
I take rappers and eat em like Puppy Chow
Show me your wiggie style, I do my freaky style
I drop science with metaphor twists cause I'm the mister
And I fucked your little sister
Suckas don't know what time it is
I'm aware but it's not me in the Benz
Or a poor racher's teacher, a Biz Mark tifa
But I'm the grim reaper, so watch who you sleep, uh
On the D-O-G, that's suicide for y'all that don't see
I'm sicka like a psycho, I'll play ya like a Tyco
But then I might go
On and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on and on and on
And on and on and on, am I dope my love???
Yeah, word is born I'll wax anybody
[CHORUS]
Fuck it up Dog, fuck it up dog, fuck it up dog
I'll wax anybody
Take a look around pick out a rapper not with this
He'll get ate with the motherfuckin' quickness
Take caution I'm full of precaution
I'll battle any MC, but wait there's more son
You wanna step and sweat the whole set
Your boys wanna jet but their ass'll get wet
Sprayin' MC's like a shower
You're bein' snapped but I got the power
Tim Dog I'm not a fess and got the best rhymes
And put that ass to rest
Suckas wanna riff and say yo he's wack
I'll give him a track and send him home with a ax in his back
Cause you shouldn'ta been sleepin
Now here's a rhyme I've been keepin
Flex and do a fish check and break necks
Follow the path of Malcolm X, who's next?
Punchin' MC's in their 3rd eye
Bitches are laughin' now they're callin' you dead eye
Wearin' that fuckin' Raider hat
Giants won the Super Bowl, take taht shit back
I'm so mad that I could kill a fiend
I'm puttin heads in a motherfuckin' guillotine
I'm def, don't take me lightly
Fuck Eddie Murphy, I'm rollin' with Spike Lee
"Yo Tim tell your gettin raw"
Fuck that shit I gotta rip some more
I got the hardcore rap score, elevated folklore
Nonsense to ignore, Tim Dog is called y'all
I'm simply a hardcore lyricist
Suckas get mad, they can drink my piss
You wanna run in my face like you're man?
I'll kick you in the balls like Jackie Chan
I'm for real, suckas don't know the real deal
I get fly like Remington Steel
Or James Bond, blow off your motherfuckin' right arm
God damn, cause I'm the bomb
You wanna be another mony in the middle
Look at your bitch, she's really in the middle
Some one stuck the bitch up her ass, got her pregnant fast
Now she's out for class
Tim Dog and I don't really give a fuck
Tellin' MCs to come push their luck
And if you're dope come join the party
From my point of view, I'll wax anybody
[CHORUS]
Yeah, Tim Dog is here
And there's not a rapper that can't cause fear
Cause I'm suicidal and vital with the title of a tidal
I'm strictly a dope rap idol
Dog is a name that is seldom used
But some time the name is always abused
But I'm here to comtemplate and debate the rate of hate
To set things straight
I hate rappers that think that they're better
When I'm like a Benz and you're just a Jetta
Tryin to front with the confrontable stunt
What'cha want, you want me to bust them fronts?
So step back, ease back
Pull up a chair and watch me snack
On sucka MC's wanna know they're wack
Fuckin' with Dog catch a heart attack
I'll wax anybody
[CHORUS]
Wax that ass
[Intro:]
[KRS One:] Pop pop pop pop!
[KRS One:]
Go uptown, go uptown, go uptown, go uptown [in the background]
[repeats while Tim Dog is speaking]
[Tim Dog:]
Yeahhhh, ha hah, you have been warned
The Boogie Down boys are gonna get ya
[KRS One:]
That's right boye, you are now jammin to the sounds of the Boogie Down
Hit em like this, hoooooooo
[Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One)]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Lyrically I can get wreck (yes), ha hah
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go
[Verse One: KRS-One]
What does KRS and Tim Dog have in common
We both hate corny ass soft commercial rhyme
I don't sound like Phyllis Simon or the Wynans
I rock Central Park but do not mistake me for Paul Simon
I can't hear nothin but wreck, do not force me
I can't hear Fred Astaire sharin Tommy Dorsey you lost me
Pure hip-hop rhymes beats I see
Singers dressed like rappers kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see, what you hear you hear
When you cheer and you cheer, I'm every fresh MC's nightmare
The instrumental is fundamentally essential
When I practice I get sharp like a pencil
But the pencil's made of oak, so don't provoke
You'll get broke, whaddya take I for a joke?
I'm radical, mathematical if I have static I'll
Pick up the mic or automatic either way I won't have it
I cover the whole gamit
Mic I'll rap it leaving with your ass out like a faggot
This is a losing battle your like cattle
The sound of my name KRS makes your tail waggle
Better yet you're a snake so it rattles
I'll dice you up like you're apple, smash you into Snapple
I'm not, the one you wanna battle that bad
Or just give me your ass I'll make a shoulder bag
I bring the blade all around
By the time I'm done you'll be $2.99 a pound
[Verse Two: Tim Dog]
Coming from the butcher shop
Fuck with KRS and the Dog and get chopped
Chopped, say stopped, hah think stopped
Stop listen to the hip-hop while others slip-slop
Till they hit the tip-top now it's time to get props
Wack MC's I just tax
I'll eat tracks shit it out with Ex-Lax
Bitch ass niggaz step aside
Tenderoni rappers, means your homicide
Toyin non-believers, here's the menace side
Shit aside, come inside, you're goin on a murder ride
I'm energetical theoretical copastetical alphabetical
Hypothetical yeah that is cool, no I'm not a fool
Takin you to school, don't be late for school, fool
I'm suckin your girl while your ass in school
Fool, why bother drool, cause I'm too cool
I'm the man with lyrics that jam
Kickin MC's in the face like Van Damme
Shazam, hot damn, thank you ma'am
Don't eat Spam or no types of ham
You thought I fell off? You're smokin somethin
You thought I was soft? You on dope or somethin
You must be on a can of dope and dog food
You actin real rude, don'tcha know I'm Tim Dog dude?
So go ahead and flex, if you got necks
But when I get the mic I get wreck
So come on, come on, come on, come on
I'll eat that ass that's word is born
Rarrrrrgh!
[Chorus: Tim Dog (KRS-One)]
Can I get a yes (yes)
Can I get another one, yes (yes)
Do I get wreck and get respect (yes)
Are you the king the K the R the S (ohhh yes)
Well can I get a ho (ho)
Can I get another one, ho (ho)
Do I get wreck at any show (ho)
Lyrically I got the flow (ho), there ya go
[Verse Three: KRS-One]
Now don't say nuttin while I'm checkin ya
Causin hysteria been in more battles than America
Rap messanger, comin in quick I pick up the mizick and watch em stagger
Rip another verse and watch his body splatter
Whether you like me or not don't matter, Kris is not a actor
I'll burn your favorite rapper and leave him in stitches
Weak bitches, real renegade rap rebels rip rhymes
Ferociously, which one of these pussy MC's can go at me
So if you wish to play me like a farmer
I get calmer, chop ya ass up like Jeffrey Dahmer
My pyschopathic fantastic pathic puts you in a casket
On top of that, you can get your ass kicked
Quick, awww shit
(undecipherable)
And I got more rhymes than Madonna gets dick
And I'm the lyrical lunatic, that flips offness with the quickness
Yo I get heated like cough menthalyptus now
The micraphone I must feel it I must touch it up
Kris One and Tim Dog's come to fuck it up
Evidentally I bust shots till the glock is empty
No safety, pull the trigger tip don't try to chase me
Down, chase the sound you must be buggin
This is Boogie Down, Boogie Down, Boogie Down
Boogie Down Boogie Down Produc-tions
Jump around be the one is the function
Tim Dog, why don't you show em a little somethin
[Verse Four: Tim Dog]
Baby baby um, maybe maybe um
You better run, cause you know I have a gun
Bang bang boogie, up jumps the boogie
Take that bullshit rap down the street
A skippedy be bop be bop, Scooby Doo
That bullshit's not me, that bullshit is you
I come correct, get much respect
Do some hummina hummina shit, and still get wreck
Cause I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear
I'm the Dog, the muthafuckin Dog ya hear
MC's come close but never could get near
Cause I just smash, throwin keys through glass
Take his cash, whip his ass, and do a yard dash
So take your ass home, write a poem
And when you get nice, use the god damn phone
Cause I get buckwild, do some ole freestyle
And beat ya down with the turnstile
Doggie doggie bo boggie fanana fanna fo foggie
Me mi mo moggie, doggie
Rappers goin platinum doin this bullshit
I do the same shit, and make a big hit
Cause if you don't like my lyrical flow
I gotta make dough, don'tcha know, ya little ho-
Mo- sexual I bet you will
Be on the dick if it turns into a hit
But that type of shit is jumpin the fuck off
So I do the same, now I'm comin off
So don't get upset if you can't get lyrical respect
Don't get mad, get wreck
[Closing: Tim Dog]
Yeahhh, this track has been dedicated, to real hip-hop
The lyrics, peace to all the true hip-hop followers out there
Peace to the Zulu Nation
Peace to Willie D and the Boogie Down Production posse
Hey yo !
Check it out !
Check check the check a check it out !
Check it out !
Check check the check a check it out !
You're listenin to the muthaphukkin man himself
(word up)
The D-O-G !
(Yeah)
Yeah, there's a lotta dogs out there, huh
but face it: right about now,
you're dealin with the hardest muthaphukka on the planet
(that's right)
Hey lemme tell you a little bit o' shit about myself
(yeah, kick that shit)
Punk !
Came out with a jam that had the whole world stompin
Title of the track: "Fuck Compton !"
Yeah, the record was a hit
and DJ Quik was on my muthaphukkin dick (haha)
Now you say the boy is a madman
I'm eatin more fowls than Pac-Man
I got props, loungin by the shops
I don't need cops I bust shots with my glock
Now bitches wanna see me
and punk muthaphukkaz on the charts wanna be me
I got the wick-ed (Hey yo, kick it)
renegade style coz I'm versatile
I'm super superb master stereo, where are ya ?
Heavier, I can never ever be scattier (Whoow)
Coz my rhymes is the force
I get vexed [??]as I[??] trigger some crazy horse (word up)
You get torn a new asshole
and I'll pip slap that ass like my muthaphukkin last ho
The bitch is upset
She want a muthaphukkin L when she got Keith Sweat
But I'm still hittin skins
I cut her off back then, now I'm fuckin all her friends (damn)
Yeah the Dog don't play
I got bitches in LA and around the way
So leave the drama for your mama
Niggaz talkin shit when they don't know that I'm a
crazy muthaphukka, I'll smoke you in a minute
Anytime you hear about a fight you know I'm in it
But you cuss, moan and ramble
and still don't realize that your life's a gamble
You gets nut, Dog is no bluff
Ruff and ruff I get tuff with the quick stuff
[CHORUS:]
Coz I don't give a fuck (Do that shit, do that shit, do it)
And you punk muthaphukkaz better shut the fuck up
I don't give a fuck, yeah (Do that shit, do that shit, do it)
All you bitch ass niggaz better shut the fuck up
[x2]
Know what I'm sayin ? (Word up)
Niggaz don't know how I'm livin down here in this muthaphukka
(That's right yo)
You talkin 'bout rollin with a gat
They see you come with a bat
You know what I'm sayin ?
I'm smokin niggaz on the mic
What the fuck is you doin ? (Word up)
Hey yo, let me drop some shit to you all like this
(Drop that shit, Dog) (Kick it) (Let niggaz know)
I'm a terrorist, my mouth is a wax-o-phone
I'm blowin shit up like a saxophone
When I step into the crowd niggaz are on
I grab the mic and start yes yo'in
Word up I'm about to tear shit up
And bitch ass niggaz can just shut the fuck up, go [??]head[??] up
Or get [??]wet[??] up, coz I'm dead up
I'll beat yo monkey ass and you know I won't let off
Kickin ass like a donkey
It's return of the muthaphukkin Hip-Hop junkie
Yeah, you say he's that good
Gold teeth, black shades and a muthaphukkin fat hood
But don't jump on my dick
Because I'll fuck you in the ass 'till it's covered with shit
Yeah boy I'm a freak
And if we was up North you'd be callin me Big Zeke (whoow)
Coz when I'm on stage I do damage
I'm the muthaphukkin microphone bandit
I got rhymes pon cock
You get shot with the glock from my mouth, you'll be shocked
The wickedest man alive with the technique
Suckers try to get me, but don't even sweat me
Coz when I rhyme shit is in order
Huh ! I'm the man that fucked your daughter
I'm outta order, suckers think I'm sympathetic
They're pathetic, I won't let it
So punk, don't sweat it
I reign hard like thunder
Niggaz dissin me, gettin put the fuck under
I got the notion, smooth like lotion
Even when I'm on stage bitches are open
So go push your luck
I ain't got shit to lose so I don't give a fuck
Yeah, see what I'm sayin you bitch ass muthaphukka
[Do that shit, do that shit, do it]
Stop talkin that ol' bullshit you're kickin
Yo jerry curl wearin bitch
Yeay, you keep rollin with that muthaphukkin crew
We ain't even gotta go that way let's get on the mic
You don't wanna do that
Coz I'll end yo fuckin carreer
You bitch ass muthaphukka, yeah
And I'm out
Oh shit mutherfuckas step to the rear and cheer
'Cause Tim Dog is here
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
And talk about a bullshit city
Talking about niggaz from Compton
They're no comp and they truly ain't stomping
Tim Dog a black man's task
I'm so bad I'll whip Superman's ass
All you suckers that rif on the West Coast
I'll dis and spray your ass like a roach
Ya think you're cool wit your curls and your shades
I'll roll thick and you'll be yelling raid
One hard brother that lives in New York
Where brothers are hard and we don't have to talk
Shut your mouth before we come out stomping
Hey, yo Eazy
Fuck Compton
(Why you dissing Eazy?)
'Cause the boy ain't shit
Chew him with tobacco, an' spit him in shit
I crush Ice Cube, I'm cool wit Ice T
But NWA ain't shit to me
Dre beating on Dee from Pump it Up
Step to the Dog and get fucked up
I'm simplistic, imperialistic, idealistic
And I'm kicking ballistics
Having that gang war
We want to know what you're fighting for
Fighting over colors?
All that gang shit is for dumb muthafuckas
But you go on thinking you're hard
Come to New York and we'll see who gets robbed
Take your jeri curls, take your black hats
Take your wack lyrics and your bullshit tracks
Now you're mad and you're thinking about stomping
Well I'm from the South Bronx
Fuck Compton
Tim Dog and I'm the best from the East
And all this Compton shit must cease
So keep your eyes on the prize and
Don't jeopardize my arrive 'cause that's not wise
You really think that you can rhyme
Well come and get some of this loaded tech-nine
Bo bo bo shots are cold gunning
And you'll really be a hundred miles and running
You wanna play go ride in a sleigh
I'm so large I fuck Michel le'
In the bathroom we was boning
You shoulda heard how the bitch was moaning
Do do do do dooo do do do do do do do
Shut the fuck up bitch, you can't sing
Ya sound like a kid playing on a swing (Fuck you)
I'm the man at hand to run the band
That's in command
You know who the fuck I am
Tim Dog, what's my muthafucking name
Tim Dog, that's my muthafucking game
So whether you think that I'm just a myth
That riff, the lift, the gift, the if, the fifth'
The shift, the spliff, that's in control, to hold
To fold, to bold and make an ache and take and fake
Wooh! and I'm still great
Huh...yeah...
Comin back with that East Coast flavor...
1994...yeah...
Mista Busta, where you at?
Can't scrap a lick, hey yo those rhymes is whack
You need to keep yo corny ass at makin beef
You be soundin like a kid from Sesame's Street
Tryin to dis D-O-G when that ain't right
Sickin Snoopy on me when that ain't right
Gettin funky on me when that ain't right
When I be givin it to your girl every other night
I get down for my crown and I represent
Do whatever I gotta do just to pay the rent
And if it means dissin you (fool) and yo crew (fool)
I'm comin to your house with the Bronx Zoo
Rappers frontin on the dog on the mic get stepped upon
And when you get crapped upon you can stomp like a leprechaun
Straight up, word up for the real
deal, not Hollyfield but still
I might send in the dogs just like Mike Tyson
When I'm grabbin the mic, everything is alright, yeah
And I just lay back in the flow
Rappers wanna step to me but they just don't know
That I'm the Dog...
[CHORUS:]
[It's the dog, baby baby
the dog, baby baby
the dog, baby baby
Tim Dog !]
[x4 while Tim Dog goes:]
Yeah !
Comin back with that East Coast flavor
Yeah !
Comin back like that !
I'm sittin in my crib watchin MTV
when this skinny muthaphukka on the telly try to dis me (Baby)
He try to flex on the D-O-G
But if I gave that punk binoculars he still couldn't see me
So shake your bones and your rattle
and leave your toy 9 at home and bring your skills to the battle
like Jeru, I'm gonna damage
Lookin for success and your ass is a Burgerking sandwich
It's a pitty fake niggaz gotta show off
I'll bust yo skinny ass with a saw-ed off
shotgun ! Didn't even know that I got one
I'm aiming at your brain
Come in my house of pain
Suckers try to flip, yo, I'm comin quick
with some super super bad boogie down Bronx shit
You rappers better run and hide
Tell yo ho Dr.Dre I got something to ride (Let me ride)
on my D-I-...see ya
Told you you would D-I-...
E if you ever step to the D-O-G
Punk, you besta know the game
My nutsack is bigger so what's my name ?
[CHORUS]
I came in the door, I said it before
I never dissed that punk Dr.Dre no more
But he's bitin me, fightin me, invitin me to rhyme
I can't hold it back, I'm gonna go for mine
The original hardcore lyric ballbreaker
When it comes to whack MCs no I'm not a funk faker
I just smash, crash on that ass and put that ass in the trash
like it's nuthin you learned in class
I'm a real MC and I'm on my own
and if nobody got my back, I can hold my own
If I die, I die, if I live, I live
But if Hip-Hop survive, I got something I can give
I don't care if you don't think I can win (word)
And I don't care if you don't wanna be my friend (word)
And if the Pound get mad and they wanna step in
come on and step right in, step right in to the...
Uh, Timomatic
I, I see ya staring
What you wearing
Gucci, Channel, it don't matter you're amazing
And I just wanna get you in my ride
Cause girl you been burning up in my mind
So let's walk walk over the bar
Fill it up up do a little dance stir it up up
Everybody knows what's up up
Come on let's move move loving all the things you do do
Girl I got my eyes on you you
You know you got it
Everybody, do you want it?
Let's get it started
Set it off! Set it off!
If you really want it
Let's get it started
Everybody
Set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Let's get it closer
Girl I got to know ya
No place I'd rather be than right here with ya
You work the body just the way I like
Got it going on make me lose my mind
So let's walk walk over the bar
Fill it up up do a little dance stir it up up
Everybody knows what's up up
Come on let's move move loving all the things you do do
Girl I got my eyes on you you
You know you got it
Everybody, do you want it?
Let's get it started
Set it off! Set it off!
If you really want it
Let's get it started
Everybody
Set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Everybody, do you want it?
Let's get it started
Set it off! Set it off!
If you really want it
Let's get it started
Everybody
Set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Ohohoh ohohoh ohohoh
Ohohoh ohohoh ohohoh
Uh, Timomatic
She got it, the way she steals the show, oh
I want it, and she don't even know, oh
That body, she lookin' so dangerous
So criminal,(criminal)
She pull me up, then shut me down
And I can't do a thing about it
I feel the rush, can't get enough
But you kick me when I'm reaching for you
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
Oh Oh
So baby, baby come look my way,
Baby, baby come look my way,
Baby, baby come look my way, way
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
Oh oh
She work it like murder on the dance floor
I'm watchin' this thing I've never seen before
Hold up baby, watcha doin' to me?
How could you shoot me and just walk away?
She pull me up, then shut me down
And I can't do a thing about it,
(Can't do a thing about it)
I feel the rush, can't get enough
But you kick me when I'm reachin' for you
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
Oh oh
So baby, baby come look my way,
Baby, baby come look my way,
Baby, baby come look my way, way
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
You make me say,
Ohohoh ohohoh ohohoh
Baby you make me say,
Ohohoh ohohoh ohohoh
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, girl
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me
Yeah, yeah
So baby, baby come look my way,
Baby, baby come look my way
Baby, baby come look my way, way
[x2]
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
If looks could kill
You'd be the death of me, death of me, death of me, girl
You'd be the death of me, girl
You'd be the death of me, baby
I don't know how I got here
But it don't even matter
I’m lost-uh in the darkness
With lights and sounds and lasers
Somewhere in the distance
I hear a whisper
I can hear it calling me, calling me
And just like an echo
Telling me to let go
Coming from a voice that I can't see
To all my party people 'round the globe
This is the sound of the music taking hold
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Riding on the soundwave
And I can see the light glow
Surrounded by this moment
The music takes me higher
Somewhere in the distance
I hear a whisper
I can hear it calling me, calling me (calling me)
And just like an echo
Telling me to let go
Coming from a voice that I can't see
To all my party people 'round the globe
This is the sound of the music taking hold
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you, can you, can you feel it?
To all my party people 'round the globe
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
No, no, no
Tonight, she found me just in time
Her smile brought me back to life
Like some kinda miracle
She stares all I want is more
Unless saw her captivore
She's an original
Yeah, yeah eh
She don't have to speak no
A single word to me no
But when she opens up her eyes
There ain't no mystery no, no, no, no
She's so unbelievable
Don't know why the stars are in the sky
Don't know how this love found me tonight
But something I know for sure
Baby your incredible
And I want the whole world to see
You are the lighter side of me
One thing I know for sure
Baby your incredible
Tonight, feel our hearts alive
Inside, when her lips touch mine
Oh yeah,
It's under describable
Ooh, ooh
With every move she makes
She takes me breath away
And girl I know that every moment is a chance to say your beautiful
Baby your a miracle
Don't know why the stars are in the sky
Don't know how this love found me tonight
But something I know for sure (for sure)
Baby your incredible
And I want the whole world to see
You are the lighter side of me
One thing I know for sure (one thing)
Baby your incredible
Baby your incredible
Baby your incredible
One thing I know for sure
Baby your incredible
Don't know why the stars are in the sky
Don't know how this love found me tonight
But something I know for sure
Baby your incredible
And I want the whole world to see
You are the lighter side of me
One thing I know for sure
Baby your incredible
Baby your incredible
Baby your incredible
One thing I know for sure
I, I see ya staring
What you wearing
Gucci, Channel, it don't matter you're amazing
And I just wanna get you in my ride
Cause girl you been burning up in my mind
So let's walk walk over the bar
Fill it up up do a little dance stir it up up
Everybody knows what's up up
Come on let's move move loving all the things you do do
Girl I got my eyes on you you
You know you got it
Everybody, do you want it?
Let's get it started
Set it off! Set it off!
If you really want it
Let's get it started
Everybody
Set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Let's get it closer
Girl I got to know ya
No place I'd rather be than right here with ya
You work the body just the way I like
Got it going on make me lose my mind
So let's walk walk over the bar
Fill it up up do a little dance stir it up up
Everybody knows what's up up
Come on let's move move loving all the things you do do
Girl I got my eyes on you you
You know you got it
Everybody, do you want it?
Let's get it started
Set it off! Set it off!
If you really want it
Let's get it started
Everybody
Set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Everybody, do you want it?
Let's get it started
Set it off! Set it off!
If you really want it
Let's get it started
Everybody
Set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
Yeah yeah, set it off!
To all my people on the dance floor, set it off
We running hot we about to get low, set it off
And if you're sexy and you want more, set it off
Yeah yeah, set it off!
