[Intro]
Well you told me to, you told me to, you told me to
[Verse 1: DLB]
Yes, yes y'all, and you just won't stop
We're gonna rock the beat 'til we hit the top
Party people, whether you like it or not
DLB is gonna rock this whole darn spot
Like that y'all and you just won't quit
'Cause DLB is on top of it
As my rhyming momentum proceeds to elevate
Puttin' me on a platform a step beyond great
Any other MC will regurgitate
'Cause they just can't swallow what I regulate
And we spin sure shot rhyme up on flight
If you want to rock a party on a Friday night
Or on a Saturday, just if you may
Excuse my expression, I meant to say
Keep rhyme on hand stay in command
People in the place please try to understand
An experience with me will split your hair
Because in any situation you'll find me there
Like this, the mack is so log, close to at the roller
Million dollar song and I've written by Zolar
The way I crush MCs I could be your molar
'Cause I'm the real thing just like Coca-Cola
Backbone of the team and I will make you scream
As versatile as a thing they call ice cream
In a bowl, on a cone, a la mode, all alone
Slow rhyming funky beats on the microphone
If were a motorcycle, 50,000 cc's
Description of the power of rhymes like these
So kick out the spark, pull the bottle, let's go
Give the rapper a chance to rock the show
You see the way I tell lies I could get away with murder (Ha ha)
The way I switch rhymes I could be a converter
Be Vidal Sassoon and I will split his ends
And that's just where the fun begins
Make Brooke Shields throw her Calvins out in the cold
And wear DLB jeans 'til she's gray and old
'Cause I'll hug her just right, move at the slightest might
Won't pinch every inch 'cause her tight butt's light
Like the Italian Stallion when I'm in combat
Make you think I'm gonna lose, but it ain't really like that
Let you throw it to the dome piece, one times three
Then receive a KO, which was delivered by me
Make Felix Unger sloppy and come to dinner late
Make Uncle Ben's think Carolina is great
For all the knuckleheads for whom I must be precise
Uncle Ben's and Carolina are competitive rice
And then the things I've been said was switched around
By DLB because I have imperial sound
So rock on and a, rock on and a
Keep the beat until the early morn' and a
Go do-re-mi-fa-so-la-Tito!
Well you told me to, you told me to, you told me to
[Verse 1: DLB]
Yes, yes y'all, and you just won't stop
We're gonna rock the beat 'til we hit the top
Party people, whether you like it or not
DLB is gonna rock this whole darn spot
Like that y'all and you just won't quit
'Cause DLB is on top of it
As my rhyming momentum proceeds to elevate
Puttin' me on a platform a step beyond great
Any other MC will regurgitate
'Cause they just can't swallow what I regulate
And we spin sure shot rhyme up on flight
If you want to rock a party on a Friday night
Or on a Saturday, just if you may
Excuse my expression, I meant to say
Keep rhyme on hand stay in command
People in the place please try to understand
An experience with me will split your hair
Because in any situation you'll find me there
Like this, the mack is so log, close to at the roller
Million dollar song and I've written by Zolar
The way I crush MCs I could be your molar
'Cause I'm the real thing just like Coca-Cola
Backbone of the team and I will make you scream
As versatile as a thing they call ice cream
In a bowl, on a cone, a la mode, all alone
Slow rhyming funky beats on the microphone
If were a motorcycle, 50,000 cc's
Description of the power of rhymes like these
So kick out the spark, pull the bottle, let's go
Give the rapper a chance to rock the show
You see the way I tell lies I could get away with murder (Ha ha)
The way I switch rhymes I could be a converter
Be Vidal Sassoon and I will split his ends
And that's just where the fun begins
Make Brooke Shields throw her Calvins out in the cold
And wear DLB jeans 'til she's gray and old
'Cause I'll hug her just right, move at the slightest might
Won't pinch every inch 'cause her tight butt's light
Like the Italian Stallion when I'm in combat
Make you think I'm gonna lose, but it ain't really like that
Let you throw it to the dome piece, one times three
Then receive a KO, which was delivered by me
Make Felix Unger sloppy and come to dinner late
Make Uncle Ben's think Carolina is great
For all the knuckleheads for whom I must be precise
Uncle Ben's and Carolina are competitive rice
And then the things I've been said was switched around
By DLB because I have imperial sound
So rock on and a, rock on and a
Keep the beat until the early morn' and a
Go do-re-mi-fa-so-la-Tito!
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