Beat Bop

Get funky in the place [x2]
It’s pathetic **** addicts have to be abused
It’s a shame what a day to be a p********e
Life is given to us just to do the right thing
Instead of that we came a ho or a big **** fiend
Make you feel real bad every time I see
Another bum or brother sleeping on the street
In the corner in the morning every night and day
It’s a pity so many people try to act gay
Everybody’s turning crazy so you’d better believe
To do the right things or soon you’ll see
Life ain’t a moral joke it’s a serious thing
When you’re dealing with the answers that you can’t explain
New York City is a place of mysteries
Drug addicts **** dealers taking over the streets
That me is always saying why the hell do we pay?
What for they break the laws and get a couple of days
No sense tryin’ to help there’s really no use
Think of us messing up lectating at you
Hot rocks tryin’ to pop with no respect
****** waiting at the station for the big pay cheque
Home boys going bakin’ on Thursday night
Girls waiting in the house for Mr. Right
Kids going to school just to be a fool
Never want to learn work just a polin’ on you babe
It’s the funky beat and it’s the funky beat
And it’s the funk, the funk and it’s the funky beat
Yyyyyeah
This is the mellow they call the Rammell
That rocks you with the rhythm that’ll shock your spell
When the shake-up kid that wakes you up in the morning
Gotta rape with the rhythm like a number one groanin’
MC quick just to make your peanut butter
Shock with the rhythm of a number one undercover
Break it up just shake it up rodeo uh [x2]
I’m the mellow D down with the funky sound
That can mace your brain with my diamond studded crown
Just a makin’ you dip like a little bitty dive
Live a p***k just bakin’ your hide
Rock on to the break of dawn
Just freak that yeah baby
Just freak it yeah baby
Like the little jelly-bean I’m a sweet like a candy-cane
Make you get down just the number one stain on the train
Just groovin’ like a say john
Just break it up yeah yeah stay john
Like a roller coaster ride that can make you bump
Just groovin’ with the rhythm as I shake your rump
You gotta rock rock you don’t stop the baby y’all
You gotta now rock and you don’t stop
Just hip-hop the day they doo-be-doo
Yeah Scooby Doo what you wanna do crew
Just freak out, yeah baby
Just freak up yeah, yeah baby
Drink it up yeah, I know my dear
I can rock you out this atmosphere
Like a gangster prankster number one bankster
Got the much cash to make you thankyou
Rock on to the break of dawn
Break of dawn, keep it on keep it on
I know ZZ that can rock quick
Like a iconoclast had your rhythm to the stick
Just a rock on like the finger lick
Finger popping hop popping now don’t stop bunny rock
Bunny rock and you don’t stop
That long finger nail at the end of my tip
Of my pinkie c*****e make you slip a my lip
Just make you freak when a panny wanny with clip
Got the little pat to the dab’ll make you my hip
Shake shake rock body rock the hip and the hop
Like RPM’s my
Nose don’t care about the rhythm that breaks
Because the music is down when your body want to shake
Gotta hip hop and then baby dog get down
Let the rock just shock your dome
Just break it up, shake it up yeah baby
Cause the groove just rocks like a little shady
Get shade yeah, shade it up with the glasses
Make it on with the serious pattern
Get the melody quick, yep the melody sound
That’ll rock you quick with the number one crowd
I can get up on the groove that make you shake down
Cause the beat from the depths of hell make you get down
Rock on, to the beat
Freak it on, freak it on with that kid unique
Just check it out, check check it out
I said I broke into a dun Seville yeah
And then I shot across top of hill, with the chill yeah
Break it up Cypress Hill, shake it up
With the writings on the wall, I don’t give a ****
Just jam it up, rock on you don’t stop
Jam it up, rock on you don’t stop
The B-boy, rock on you don’t stop
Freak it on freak it on break down don’t stop
From the depths of hell, rock well Rammell
Rock on to the beat beat
Yeah candy-cane kid you’re just rocking so sweet
Cause I’m a jam up hip hop making the tip top
Shake on the break down the needle on the eye
Grooving with the rhythm of the break in the tie
Smoke cheeba, into whores, drinking all week through
Never want to go to school and that’s a fact
Till all of a sudden you got left back
Now you’re feeling real low and mighty hurt
And your friends are snapping on you like you’re a jerk
Now things are hard and you’re really depressed
And your mind can’t function cause you can’t pass the test
You’re saying to yourself what can I do?
I can’t go home, I might as well quit school
Jobs are hard to find everybody knows
And you can’t do crime cause you’re on parole
No education is a big disgrace and
So you might as well work at the sanitation
Can you get my drift?
Get funky in the place
Well I was coming from school it was three o’clock
Had no money in my pocket broke to the last drop
I had no way of getting home
I was really messed up cause I was all alone
I felt the real sick and very confused
And my heart was pumping fast I think it was the booze
And my legs felt the weak and I couldn’t walk
Got pains in my chest when I tried to talk
I said, ‘Oh God it had to happen to me’
‘Give me a chance to straighten up and get a day OB’
Cause I’m the type of person who likes to play
And at the time I had a drink and got carried away
You know everybody once made a mistake
It’s not too late to straighten up so give me a break
I’ll go to church and do my work instead of being a jerk
As a doctor or a lawyer even desk clerk
Whatever you say I must do
Cause you’re the one and only and I trust you
Crime is going up....