Yo yo yo yo, is eighty seven in the house? Hell yeah
Is eighty eight in the house? Hell yeah
So, everybody get on up, everybody get on upAh, yes, yes, y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
Of a beat y'all, I stand tall, gets raw like beef y'all
I moo moo like a cow honey-child or ooh, ah, one, two'Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear for a second
'Cause I'm wreckin' eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin'
Hold on the horse 'cause the force is like dark
If you can't slide then stay out the parkAnd my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
Are you hip? Do you need another tip
'Cause that's just like a talk light in the ass crack tip
Jump on it, shake your shit if you want itShow no shame, hey Malik, goddamn get your arrow
And hang, it ain't no thang to jam on it, jam on it, you don't stopThe debonair MC in the place to be
Came to rock the B-Boys and the young ladies
Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
So the party won't stop until the break of dawnIt's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
When I play B-Boy, don't miss y'all
Some people wear all that Fila gear
Gonna rock this party out the atmosphereSay ho, ho, yeah and you don't stop, throw your hands
In the air and wave 'em like you just don't care
If you're sparkin' blunts with clean underwear
Somebody say, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeahAnd ya don't stop, yo 'cause back in eighty-nine
I was doin' the wop, back and forth, forth and back
I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mackSkin is black, what? Hair is brown, what?
Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
Because I'm fresh and I'm def tonightYeah, yeah, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast
Is on fire, we don't need no water
Let the motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker, burnCheck it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
That I'm a super def rapper comin' straight from L.A.
Fly tan, brown skin before you're three years old
And all the ladies love me 'cause I'm pigeon-toedI step in the party and I bust my move, cold rock the mic
With the hip-hop groove, sucker MC try to call my bluff
You better beware 'cause I'm just too tough y'all, please
Please, y'all, please, please, check it out, y'all, yeah
Please, y'all, yeah, please, please, check it outSo stomp your feet and clap your hand while the DJ is spinnin'
On the DJ stand, on the turntable, one and two
We got the grand incredible cuttin' just for you
Like this, like this, like this, do that shit, do that shit, do itAll my rhymes are hard as hell, I am the one and I prevail
You will sail, you will fail, I am the doctor, oh yeah