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