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88'

Break it

Bop it

Niggas beat-boxin'[Verse 1:]

I do what I do like I do it for TV

I guess what I'm doin' I'm doin' to keep the

Shoes on my feet sweeter than sweet peas

So you sucker MC's really can't out-step me

I grab 'em like I rock 'em from 9-5

Self employed, kickin' puppies is my hobby and job

Easy rock be's with bass, ladies callin' me Rob

Bass, bass, bass, bass

I'm on my '88 shit

Cuban link chains and Gezel frame lens

Guess Jeans, stone-washed

Rockin' top 10 beats

Flickin' on my fit

I got my foot lookin' like a '88 draft pick

Is that sick? It gets sicker than the flu

And sir, you came to pretend I'm you

Attain you a class on how to be cool

And in fact, I'm the superintendent of the school

Uh, yeah and I'm back on my job

I press and twist knobs

Just to make your head nod

All you wack rappers need to keep your day job

And my work here is done, I'm a take the day off[Chorus:]

Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat

Rooftop, like I'm bringin' '88 back

Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat

Rooftop, like I'm bringin' '88 back

(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)

(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin')

Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat

Rooftop, like I'm bringin' '88 back

(Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and)

(Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin')

Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat

Rooftop, like I'm bringin' '88 back[Verse 2:]

We know who this be, it's me, no secrets

Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence

Igloos freezin' less than we is

You can catch us walkin' on the weekend

While you awkwardly breathin'

From all the second hand smoke

Nigga, you a square

Lit you at the tip, blow it in the air

We don't play fair

And that's a fact

Separate the people from the squares

Like a nicotine patch

Lookie here, quite honestly

You're gonna have to pardon me

I'm a modern day fly machine

Yes sir, that's absurd

But the best word to describe would be "ah"

Piffed, mad as me

Which hand is free?

Shake the one that is and I gotta handle my biz

Until I got the achin' ribs

Salute to all them scally-wags and fresh kids, yes[Chorus][Verse 3:]

We can dance if you wanna

We can leave your friends behind

Cause if your friends don't dance

And if they don't dance

Then they ain't no friends of mine

Yo, it just hit me

I'm the fresh prince

And that means I'm Will

And I chill with the chicks in the back

On the real in my ville

I get kick in the back

From gorillas, but chill that's the skill that I pack

Sonny, you need to rottweiler to do the wop

Old schoolers bop cooler while we movin' through the spot

Cruisin' through the roof '88 frames on Adidas track suit

Ask who? Be quiet when the game's on

Cause I'm in champion ship

And I going through time in my championship

We cannot fall

So I'm leaving you with these 3 words

Yes, yes ya'll[Chorus:]Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and

Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin'

Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and

Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxin'

Songwriters

EVAN INGERSOLLPublished by

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