Ho, ho Bounce Holla Bounce, bounce, bounce It's B. Sig in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right Still watch what you
I couldn't hear you for the TV I didn't know you said goodbye I saw your canceled check for the airfare Didn't know flyin' got too high Beans for breakfast
dog the bass Ya wanna hear us rock? Here's a taste!!! Every day I make a sandwich with ham and cheese Use miracle whip,I don't like mayonnaise I eat a can of beans
get Wicked Natural Born Killa, nigga you natural born God Look, read listen, got the nerve to say you rob Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your Death Certificate Slanging bean
the chronic patrol on the road in case you're wondering why I keep my izm My style's the ultimate funk when I mic checka Cause I smoked everybody
run in the derrty, homie I had to You was doin' a lot of talkin', a lot of barkin' But your bite was nothin', guess, you mighta been frontin' Yo ain't no mic
let me hear you rap Fresh to the beat don't even stop Everybody on the mic or the floor say Too $hort Suckers don't know that rapping game Spitting on the mic
job done A lesson and a blessing it's great to be Show, son I don't talk tough, I'm not a tough guy I'd rather buy a bean pie from a guy with a bow tie
about We got to blow up the spot, because they must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Yeah, now check your stove top before you take a listen And make sure beans
sample (Ghostface Killah)] I don't want the horns, blowing.. I don't want the streets to play a melody... (yeah, it's hip hop, it's hip hop The mic needs
after day shit on his mason A God steam represent the gummy with the green who walk fiend stand up on your block and burn a bean Sir Ballentine, lookin
your ear, light your blunts an' down your beers 'Cause you could never fuck with Wu-Tang Killer Beez Say, "Peace" to cats who rock mack knowledge, knowledgists Street astrologists, light up the mic
crush an MC I'm dandy happy go lucky don't touch me Don't play cause I'm not tha right one baby Crazy off key never talk softly Blacker than tha beans
treat, you get from 52nd Street, word up Word to life, word is bond, word to God I'm like the bean he's like a bean I guess the stage is like a pod,
Spill the beans on the table I always say Extra, extra read all about Fresh Prince is back You wonder how it happen I wasn't rappin' for a long time
Intro: ah where's everybody up (Speaking Spanish) [Tony Touch] it's Tony Toca, the one that's got you screamin "Esta loca" dalle juevo Is my mic Leggo
If you the man that write checks With the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm ramblin' on the mic An' I go off the Feds when I'm scramblin
