I Don’t Like Rock’N’Roll Schoolly D

Yo yo, man, whassup, man?
Whassup man, you sayin' Prince? Say Prince?
It's Schoolly D., man, we rap!
Code Money man, so whassup man?
(Man, let them know what time it is.)

Microphone living is a thing of the past
And all you long haired faggots can kiss my ass
Started out rhymin' with DJ Lynn
You fucked it all up when you let Michael in
I'd rather be a day in land of the dog
Then with some long haired tutti frutti running a mock
Because rock and roll is all illusion
Comes to no basic conclusion
Rap like jazz is not all fusion
DJ, 1200's you know he's using
I don't
I don't

Looking at my Gucci if you looking at yours
Five two point size in my court of force
Hang out all night, keep girls real tight
Sippin' coqui 900, make me feel allright
Met my main man Ski, looking for a bike
Till I get on the mic, make everything right
Girl in my face, boy giving me static
Sat by my side, 38 automatic
B-boy stands, she lies on a beat
Hang downtown on a market street
So when the B-boys comin', we're comin' hard
So all you long haired freaks better be on guard
All you rock and roll lovers, we're knocking you out
Because that is what rap's all about
I don't
I don't