Featuring the wolf pack
Mister cee [intro]:
I be the cruddy one that they call the dj mister cee,
With the whole wolf pack in the place to be.
Better known as the chocolate city.
So scoob lover, huh, are ya with me...?
{scoob lover:}
Yo, i break punks up like a fight. give me the mic, iand'm hype.
(damn kid, youand're starvinand' for life)
Cuz people be tellinand' me, brothers be gellinand' me,
Tryinand' to get fame from my name but they chumps and they butt-soft.
They know iand'm wilder than a dog with hot sauce.
A mic, a stage, a crowd, and i wonand't stop:
I set it off and get live like an alarm clock.
People thought scoob and scrap was just a nickname;
Now that we rap, we sell more records than cocaine.
Awww, shucks, now iand'm back from the down-low,
Here comes scoob with the currrr-ly afro.
No chemical reaction, no need for askinand', pure satisfaction,
My last nameand's jackson.
You slip up, i get ill -- my boot to your grill,
My nine kills, iand'm big scoob from brownsville.
The worldand's greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother...
Chorus:
Whoand's the committee? (chocolate city!) 3x
Scrap lover are ya with me?
{scrap lover:}
Yo, i drop science kinda like a pigeon;
Over rough tracks i tax any midget with a small digit.
Smooth and mild but complicated,
I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver thatand's intoxicated.
Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail,
But wouldnand't squeeze a lemon in a cocktail.
Donand't say andquot;huh?andquot; or andquot;what?andquot;, and donand't ask who,
Cuz if you hear me, i must be talkinand' to you.
You probably thought i couldnand't steal it, cuz i was a dancer,
I didnand't have a chance, but yaand'll can kill it.
You gotta be off your rocker,
Iand'm lettinand' suckers know that scrap got more soul than foot locker.
And if you heard i got skills, believe itand's true;
Suggest for pete rock, for reminiscinand' over you.
Itand's not a threat, itand's a bet, cuz hey,
The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today.
Chorus 3x
Big daddy are ya with me?
{big daddy kane:}
Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way!
Here comes the k the a the n the e -- huh, ya better flee.
Cuz i donand't need no hoodie to be hard, shoot:
Iand'll kill a nigga in a three-piece suit.
I donand't be havinand' it so the rear iand'll attack,
A size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact.
A hard-core blow to the face iand'll provide,
To give you a crooked eye, just like st. ides.
Leave you home and you must be screaminand' and yellinand';
Not een kool moe dee shades can hide your swellinand'.
I bring it rough, tough;
I said that i was browner than bobby, so you know that itand's good enough.
Iand'm untouchable to rappers my size.
You dreamed of beatinand' me, you better wake up an apologize.
Some claim to be a daddy or poppa,
But with me, youand'd have no ranks if your name was shabba.
Chorus 3x
Now you know youand'd too like to be with it...
{liand'l daddy shane:}
Shane, i cause pain, i make it rain.
Iand'm wearinand' and tearinand' down to the last grain.
Ha, iand'm not a chocolate brother, but i dontand' mourn,
Cuz i swear this vanilla kid got it goinand' on.
So donand't even step to me if youand're worth nothinand',
Because i just might hurt somethinand'.
My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young nigga, iand'm kinda nice...
{laree williams:} [singing]
Ooooooooooooohhhh! chocolate city are ya with meeeee?!
Scoob and scrap and mister cee! kane and shane and laaaarrrrreeeeeee!
Kaaaaaane....would your black ass sing it for mee-heee?!
(kane: ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh!) [laughter]
