Well, my name is Roxanne, a-don't ya know I just a-cold rock a party, and I do this show I said I met these three guys, and you know it's true A-let me tell you and explain them all to you: I met this dude with the name of a hat I didn't even walk away, I didn't give him no rap But then he got real mad, and he got a little tired If he worked for me, you know he would be fired He wears a Kangol, and that is true But he ain't got money, and he ain't got the loot And every time that I see him, he's always a-beggin' And all the other girls that he's always tryin' to leggin' Every time that I see him, he says a rhyme But compared to me, they're weak compared to mine Every time I know that I am sayin' somethin' fresher In any category I'm considered the best And every time that I say it there ain't nothin' less And everybody knows I will win the contest Then after that came the Educated Rapper His fingers started snappin', and my hands start to clappin' Every time that I see him, everything he say He rock-a to the beat and then he come up this way: He said-a, "Yeah, you know your mother's name is Mary, " And from what I heard, your father is a fairy Every time that I see him, he's sayin' somethin' new But let me explain to him what he should do: He should be like me, a fly MC Don't never have to bite, we're always right I have the freshest rhymes that I do recite And after that, and you know it's true Well, let me tell you somethin' else about the Doctor, too: He ain't really cute, and he ain't great He don't even know how to operate He came up to me with some crabish rap But let me tell you somethin' 'cause you know it was wack So when he came up to me, I told him to step back He said, "You call yourself an MC?" I said, "This is true, " He said, "Explain to me really what MCs must do" I said, "Listen very close 'cause I don't say this every day: My name is Roxanne, and they call me Shanté" But every time-a I say a rhyme-a just-a like-a this-a It is something you MCs can't miss-a So Kangol if you think you're cute, you think it's all right That's why you said it in a language so you wouldn't have to bite You started talkin' Pig Latin, didn't make no sense You thought you was cute, yeah, you thought you was a prince You're walkin' down the block, yeah around when you're gonna clock But everybody knows that you're all on my yacht I'm just the devastatin', always rockin', always have the niggas clockin' Everybody knows it's me, yeah, the R-O-X-A-N-N-E Everyone knows I am fresher, any category best So every time I start to write-a, everyone assists or to bite-a Every time I do it, yeah, you know it is-a me-a Rockin' on the beat-a that you can see So, the UTFO crew, you know what you can do Lemme tell you one for me, and then I'll tell you one for you Every time you sayin', rhymin' just-a like-a this-a It ain't nothin' that I don't want to miss-a And if you're thinkin' right, and I'm bitin' your beat Well, then you just better know, and a-listen to me Because my name is Roxanne-a, and I came to say I'm rockin' to the beat-a, and I do it this way I'm conceited, never beated, never heard of defeated I'm rockin' to the beat-a, and you know it is-a me-a: The R-O-X-A-N-N-E-a And if you want to play a little game for me Lemme show you what you can do, baby 'Cause with a twist of my cheek, and a twist of my wrist I have all the guys droppin' down like this Yeah, I am fly, that I must admit But everybody knows I don't go for it So, if you're tryin' to be cute and you're tryin' to be fine You need to cut it out 'cause it's all in your mind Tryin' to be like me, yeah, is very hard You think you are God, but you do eat lard Tryin' to be cute, and you're tryin' to be fly Don't you know you wish you could be my guy? So I can take you home, make you relax And everybody knows that you're out there, tryin' to tax Like corn-on-the-cob, you're always tryin' to rob You need to be out there, lookin' for a job Yeah, you're tryin' to be, and talk about Roxanne But lemme let ya know, you're not a real man 'Cause a Roxanne needs a man, and yes: Someone fresh who always dress Someone, yeah, who will never fess And then I'll say, yeah, the rest You gotta be cute and you're tryna be fly But all you wanna be is Roxanne's guy Because I turned you down without a frown Embarrassed you in front of your friends, made you look like a clown And all you do is get real mad And you talk about me, and make me look bad? And everybody knows how the story goes There's no ifs, no ands, no buts, or suppose No coke up your nose, no dope in your vein And then it won't cause no kind of pain But yet, and still, you're tryin' to be fly I ask you a question, I want to know why: Why'd ya have to make a record 'bout me The R-O-X-A-N-N-E? ("Roxanne, sweet thing Roxanne, sweet thing Roxanne, sweet thing!")Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
