[Intro]
Hit me, baby (That's right)
Uh, a-hurt me, baby (That's right), that-that-that-that funk
That-that-that (That's right), that-that
That-that's-that's that funkdafied-like funk (That's right)
That's that retarded-like (That's right) funk
Like you put your armpits on the drum machine (That's right), good God
Break me off some of that, come on (That's right)
[Verse 1]
Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock
To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock
To this here rhythm, music'll hit 'em, get 'em, my lyrics'll fit 'em
When I get with 'em, they'll admit I'm smokin' like bags of ism
The way that I keep amazin' y''all, don't even know who you're facin', pa
The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car
The one who created it, many others imitated it
I heard your rap style, kid, I hated it
Let me show you how, look here, now check my style, what I spit out
It'll raise your brow, make you say wow, ba-da-bow-bow, come on now, let's get down
And sway this way when you hear the music play
Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say, hey
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane (Uh-huh)
He makes the party swing (Yes, sir)
He turns the mother out (Mhm)
And rips apart things (Then I go)
Hit me, baby (That's right)
Uh, a-hurt me, baby (That's right), that-that-that-that funk
That-that-that (That's right), that-that
That-that's-that's that funkdafied-like funk (That's right)
That's that retarded-like (That's right) funk
Like you put your armpits on the drum machine (That's right), good God
Break me off some of that, come on (That's right)
[Verse 1]
Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock
To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock
To this here rhythm, music'll hit 'em, get 'em, my lyrics'll fit 'em
When I get with 'em, they'll admit I'm smokin' like bags of ism
The way that I keep amazin' y''all, don't even know who you're facin', pa
The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car
The one who created it, many others imitated it
I heard your rap style, kid, I hated it
Let me show you how, look here, now check my style, what I spit out
It'll raise your brow, make you say wow, ba-da-bow-bow, come on now, let's get down
And sway this way when you hear the music play
Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say, hey
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane (Uh-huh)
He makes the party swing (Yes, sir)
He turns the mother out (Mhm)
And rips apart things (Then I go)
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