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Big Daddy Kane Daddy's Home The Way It's Goin' Down Hit me, baby (that's right) Hurt me, baby (that's right) That-that-that funk That-that-that-that- That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk That's that retarded-like fonk Like you put your armpits in a drum machine Good god Break me off some of that Come on Easy mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em When i get with em, girls i'm in em, smokin like bags of ism The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa The kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car The one who created it and many others imitated it I heard your rap style, kid - hated it Let me show you how, look here, now check my style What i spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down And sway, sway when you hear the music play Hip-hop hooray, this is what i want you to say Hey I'm in love with big daddy kane He makes the party swing He turns the mother out And rips apart things Then i go... Da-da-da-da-da Yeah, i like the way it sound And i love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-da You know i like the way it sound And i just love the way it's goin down Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin? And don't try to act like martin now with all that 'i was just playin' No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me You step to this, i give you mic-o-vasectomy I only know one person that can come next to me No, that's a tattle Cause i can't count my own shadow A battle? i gots to have it Unless you're gonna rob me like they give riddick a win for chavez Cause tryin to go against the kane rappin Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon Back up, son, you know you can't get none Come on, i'm on a whole other level of rap And it's like that, now show me where the party at Da-da-da-da-da Yeah, i like the way it sound And i love the way it's goin down Da-da-da-da-da You know i like the way it sound And i love the way it's goin down The b-i-g d-a-d-y, no, back up and add another d Come back to the k to the a to the n to the e Live from new york, the one and only I give it to you raw for my homies And to the ladies: i take em lookin somethin fine It don't mind if we bump 'n grind If you're with me, jump in line Because if in my wallet i can find one prophylactic Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dicked Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur The kind you saw rhyme before But now you never find no more Steppin to the kane with some drama to be startin Because i put em all on ice like tonya harding Back up, boy, i got the whole convoy Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me You better change your name to 5000 cause you're audi And if you bring on your crew, i'm steppin to them too Just put the beat on and watch how i swing through The groove, with more style than a backstroke Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks That's the way i move, i always stayed a smooth Operator with data watin for you to play a groove To turn it out without a doubt and show what i'm about Good lookin, brooklyn, yeah, we in the house |
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