[VERSE 1] Aiyo, stop what you're doin, kid, here comes the tracks From the heart to the head to the pen to the wax And then to the store and the video channel I'm not the Black Crows but I'm still 'hard to handle' I don't wear sandals, I'd rather wear kicks When I chill with the fellas and I watch the Knicks See, I run things like Judge Wapner in the court I'm like New York in the winter cause I take no shorts Or no sports, but I know something too Gimme the mic and 4 minutes and I show what I can do Fu Man Chu was a famous oriental And Katmandu made a funky instrumental I don't get sentimental, even with a honey dip My chorus line a rental cause I have a pink slip And I won't flip as I make my way through this So check it cause I got a record, yo, and we can do this
[CHORUS x4] (What, what, a say what?) Yo, we can do this
[VERSE 2] I make papers like an IBM Most of my friends clock the ends so I'm down with them I don't need nobody tryin to sweat me or tryin to get me Or tryin to soak me like a Tetley Tea bag, to slap on a feedbag Playin like Olive Oil but lookin more like the Sea Hag So don't pay me Tuesday for a hamburger today Here's the pun and then some, you can be on your way See, I'm sick of all the beefin and the riffin From the hype and the pipe and the cocaine sniffin Walk around the way robotic Thinkin you can get what you need to get from a narcotic Girls ain't speakin, no, they're just freakin Livin life fast like the last of the Mohicans Think they know it all but they don't cause they clueless So check it cause I got a record, yo, and we can do this
[CHORUS x4]
[VERSE 3] Yes, we can do this like Brutus, play it like a flutist Or jump it like a nudist parachutist I'm not new to this, but you already knew this That's too many rhymes at one time, so yo, screw this I be bonin like a skeleton, never wear Benetton If I watch the base then I be watchin Terry Pendelton Love to eat Jellitan to keep my body toner And if [Name] wore some Nikes she woulda gone to Barcelona So pick up the phone and call your friends This is somethin that be bumpin from a Yugo to a Benz I might make ends but I'm not in it for the money You're not Lamont Sanford but you're still a 'big dummy' I hang out with the honeys to pass the time And I hang out with the homies to bust a rhyme I draw the line at actin dumb and actin foolish So check it cause I got a record, yo, and we can do this
(What, what, a say what?) Yo, we can do this (What, what, a say what?) Yo, we can do this (What, what, a say what?) Yo, we can do this (What, what, a say what?)
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