Don't mean to diss
Don't mean to bring static
All you klingons in da fuckin' house
Grab your backstreet friend and get loud
Blowin' doors off hinges
I'll grab you with the pinchers
And no I didn't retire
I'll snatch you up
With the needle nose pliers
Like mutual of omaha
Got the I'll boat
You've never seen before
Gliding in the glades
And like lorne greene
You know I get paid
Like caprese and with the basil
Not goofy like darren or hazel
I'm a mother fucking nick at night with
Classics rerunning that you know all right
Now remain calm no alarm
Cause my farm ain't fat
So what's up with that
I've got friends and family that I respect
When I think I'm too good
They put me in check
So believe when I say I'm no better than you
Except when I rap
So I guess it ain't true
Like that y'all and you just don't stop
Guaranteed to make your body rock
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
Said, "doc what's the condition
I'm a man that's on a mission"
Said, "son, you'd better listen
Stuck in your ass
Is an electrician"
Like a scientist
Mmmm when I'm applying this
Method of controlling my mind
Like einstein and the rappin' duke combined
Hey baby bubba now what the deal
I didn't know you go for that mass appeal
Some call it salugi
Some hot potato
I stole your mic and you won't see it later
Cause I work magic like a magician
I add up like a mathematician
I'm a bank cashier
Engineer
I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer
Shazam and abracadabra
In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya
Yo money, don't chump yourself
Put that shit back on the shelf
Light rays blazin'
You're out of phase
And my crews amazin'
We're working on the record yo
So stay patient
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
Now, I go by the name of the king adrock
I don't wear a cup nor a jock
I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre
Like miss piggy
Who moi
I am the one with the clientele.
You say, "adrock, you rock so well"
I've got class like pink champale
Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale
Don't test me
They can't arrest me
I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty
You look upset, yo calm down
You look like cable guy dunked off of your crown
I flow like smoke out a chimney
You never been me
You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop b
Get your clothes right out the dryer
Put armor all up on your tire
Sport that fresh attire
Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire
Set the town ablaze
Gonna stun and amaze
Ready to throw a craze
Make your granny shake her head
And say, "those were the days"
Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out
What-wha-what-what-what's it all about
Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out
Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out
All you trekkies and tv addicts Don't mean to diss Don't mean to bring static All you klingons in da fuckin' house Grab your backstreet friend and get loud Blowin' doors off hinges I'll grab you with the pinchers And no I didn't retire I'll snatch you up With the needle nose pliers Like mutual of omaha Got the I'll boat You've never seen before Gliding in the glades And like lorne greene You know I get paid Like caprese and with the basil Not goofy like darren or hazel I'm a mother fucking nick at night with Classics rerunning that you know all right Now remain calm no alarm Cause my farm ain't fat So what's up with that I've got friends and family that I respect When I think I'm too good They put me in check So believe when I say I'm no better than you Except when I rap So I guess it ain't true Like that y'all and you just don't stop Guaranteed to make your body rock Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out Said, "doc what's the condition I'm a man that's on a mission" Said, "son, you'd better listen Stuck in your ass Is an electrician" Like a scientist Mmmm when I'm applying this Method of controlling my mind Like einstein and the rappin' duke combined Hey baby bubba now what the deal I didn't know you go for that mass appeal Some call it salugi Some hot potato I stole your mic and you won't see it later Cause I work magic like a magician I add up like a mathematician I'm a bank cashier Engineer I wear cotton but I don't wear sheer Shazam and abracadabra In the whip I'm gonna cruise past ya Yo money, don't chump yourself Put that shit back on the shelf Light rays blazin' You're out of phase And my crews amazin' We're working on the record yo So stay patient Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out Now, I go by the name of the king adrock I don't wear a cup nor a jock I bring the shit that's beyond bizarre Like miss piggy Who moi I am the one with the clientele. You say, "adrock, you rock so well" I've got class like pink champale Mca grab the mic before the mic goes stale Don't test me They can't arrest me I'll fake right cross-over and shoot lefty You look upset, yo calm down You look like cable guy dunked off of your crown I flow like smoke out a chimney You never been me You wanna rap but what you're making ain't hip hop b Get your clothes right out the dryer Put armor all up on your tire Sport that fresh attire Tonight we goin' out set the town on fire Set the town ablaze Gonna stun and amaze Ready to throw a craze Make your granny shake her head And say, "those were the days" Check-ch-check-check-check-ch-check it out What-wha-what-what-what's it all about Work-wa-work-work-work-wa-work it out Let's turn this motherfuckin' party out Explain Request ×
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