I’m That Type of Nigga The Pharcyde (Ft. Buc Fifty)

[Intro]
Duh
Um, um, well, excuse me
Um, um, well, excuse me
Um, um, well, excuse me
Um, um, well, excuse me
Um, um, well, excuse me, um

[Chorus]
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?
Who is the nigga in charge over here? Who is the nigga in charge?

[Verse 1: Fatlip]
Well, I am the nigga in charge over here
Sack the quarterback to make a cheerleader cheer
I fix my funk like Thelonious Monk
Stayin' true to the game 'cause I ain't no punk
Never been a bitch, so I don't act bitchy
Smooth on the vinyl like Lionel Richie
And for creeps who sleep, you better ring the alarm clock
Don't dig what I'm kicking? You can suck on a warm cock
Originate trends, my rhymes, they get paid
So I'm making ends and beginnings, see, I'm never afraid
Of a pancake MC 'cause I flips when I sways it
Housin' motherfuckers like a real estate agent
Douse you with my lyrical liquid for this hip-hop era
So I suggest you fetch an umbrella for my reign of terror
'Cause you can get your posse and your army brigade
Because I am not afraid
Oh, 'cause I'm the type of nigga that you never forget (What?)
And I'm the type of nigga that can shake my shit (What?)
'Cause I'm the type of nigga with nothin' to hide (What's your name?)
Fat Lip from the Pharcyde, and you know what's up