[Doug E. Fresh] Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh {*music* And I'm here to announce The flex, the X when the wood is erect And to the Mecca Audio crew, nuff respect And to the one-one-two, nuff respect It's time to put, the bugger umm business in check Cause when I flex for the sex and expect who's next I see the booty, be bouncin at the discotech I like to know what I got and where I'm at is all that Y'knowhatI'msayin? (Why must I, chase the cat?) Because it's nice and.. fat So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) Say what? (Pump pump pump pump me up!) C'mon
[Chorus] - 1/2
[Doug E. - over chorus] Uhh, I see Brooklyn tryin to get into the joint here too now Huh, y'know, yo
I call her S-E-X-ee, because she sex me And there's nobody that can disconnect me Disrespect me, or try to test me If he do, you know the boy's through Because it is a rule I don't get played or made into a fool It's boom bye bye with the hands, the tools or the burner, you got to learn a lesson, like Ike, taught Tina - (turn away) Because I'm free with the style so I'm here to stay The last survivor, hip-hop McGyver TV show I can't come no liver with a tick and the kick of the party reviver And the {*beatboxes* I forgot about the {*beatbox* here and the {*beatbox* here {*beatboxes* Throw a hand in the air, c'mon!
[Chorus]
[Doug E. - over chorus] Uhh I see Uptown is in here tonight East coast West coast Represent.. kick it!
{*sample: "my mouth is for the record and my voice is for the beat .. for the beat, Doug E. Fresh will make ya move your feet"*
"You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you motherfuckers" [Doug] I-IGHT?! "You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you motherfuckers" [Doug] I-IGHT?! "You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you motherfuckers" [Doug] I-IGHT?! "You don't understand.."
[Doug E. Fresh] You know Some people say that they real but they're as fake as a cartoon The only thing they pop was either gum or a balloon They jump on fads like it's a wanted rap ad Hardcore is hittin so now I gotta act bad But you was just, happy when I seen you in the street But now you're a killer, and you can't be beat You used to dance at the parties now you can't move your feet Because you're scared, that people might say you're weak And it ain't nuttin worse than a real fake brother Yes it is, WHAT? A real fake sucka And if this fits you money, then take your picture and put it in the frame with your name and your shame Cause your whole style, is nothin but mad game You can call me old school, but I'm no fool Cause back then, at least we had a hip-hop rule And the rule was you got to be original But in ninety-three it seems originality is on the verge of becoming extinct to me And some of you rappers just stink to me And none of y'all really seem to think to me about respect, or no type of dignity And gettin pimped like a ho by the industry, so..
[Chorus]
[Doug E. - over chorus] Uhh.. Say what? C'mon, pump it up, yeah Now now now now watch this..
[Doug E. Fresh] To the Uptown crew, nuff respect To my man Shock Dog (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!) To the Uptown crew, nuff respect To my man Barry B (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!) To the Uptown crew, nuff respect Funkmaster Flex (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!) To the Uptown crew, nuff respect Hey, K-Superior (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!)
[Doug E. Fresh] Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this out B-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh {*music* And I'm here to announce The flex, the X when the wood is erect And to the Mecca Audio crew, nuff respect And to the one-one-two, nuff respect It's time to put, the bugger umm business in check Cause when I flex for the sex and expect who's next I see the booty, be bouncin at the discotech I like to know what I got and where I'm at is all that Y'knowhatI'msayin? (Why must I, chase the cat?) Because it's nice and.. fat So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!) Say what? (Pump pump pump pump me up!) C'mon
[Chorus] - 1/2
[Doug E. - over chorus] Uhh, I see Brooklyn tryin to get into the joint here too now Huh, y'know, yo
I call her S-E-X-ee, because she sex me And there's nobody that can disconnect me Disrespect me, or try to test me If he do, you know the boy's through Because it is a rule I don't get played or made into a fool It's boom bye bye with the hands, the tools or the burner, you got to learn a lesson, like Ike, taught Tina - (turn away) Because I'm free with the style so I'm here to stay The last survivor, hip-hop McGyver TV show I can't come no liver with a tick and the kick of the party reviver And the {*beatboxes* I forgot about the {*beatbox* here and the {*beatbox* here {*beatboxes* Throw a hand in the air, c'mon!
[Chorus]
[Doug E. - over chorus] Uhh I see Uptown is in here tonight East coast West coast Represent.. kick it!
{*sample: "my mouth is for the record and my voice is for the beat .. for the beat, Doug E. Fresh will make ya move your feet"*
"You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you motherfuckers" [Doug] I-IGHT?! "You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you motherfuckers" [Doug] I-IGHT?! "You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you motherfuckers" [Doug] I-IGHT?! "You don't understand.."
[Doug E. Fresh] You know Some people say that they real but they're as fake as a cartoon The only thing they pop was either gum or a balloon They jump on fads like it's a wanted rap ad Hardcore is hittin so now I gotta act bad But you was just, happy when I seen you in the street But now you're a killer, and you can't be beat You used to dance at the parties now you can't move your feet Because you're scared, that people might say you're weak And it ain't nuttin worse than a real fake brother Yes it is, WHAT? A real fake sucka And if this fits you money, then take your picture and put it in the frame with your name and your shame Cause your whole style, is nothin but mad game You can call me old school, but I'm no fool Cause back then, at least we had a hip-hop rule And the rule was you got to be original But in ninety-three it seems originality is on the verge of becoming extinct to me And some of you rappers just stink to me And none of y'all really seem to think to me about respect, or no type of dignity And gettin pimped like a ho by the industry, so..
[Chorus]
[Doug E. - over chorus] Uhh.. Say what? C'mon, pump it up, yeah Now now now now watch this..
[Doug E. Fresh] To the Uptown crew, nuff respect To my man Shock Dog (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!) To the Uptown crew, nuff respect To my man Barry B (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!) To the Uptown crew, nuff respect Funkmaster Flex (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!) To the Uptown crew, nuff respect Hey, K-Superior (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!)
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