[Verse 1: Kool Moe Dee]
One for the treble, two for the bass
C’mon Easy Lee and let’s rock the place!
One, two, one, two
Do what you do, now!
Hold on, Busy Bee, I don’t mean to be bold
But put that “ba-ditty-ba” bullshit on hold
We gonna get right down to the nitty-grit
Gonna tell you little somethin’ why you ain’t shit
It ain’t a emcee's jock that you don’t hug
You even bit your name from the “Lovebug”
And now to bite a nigga’s name, that’s some low-down shit (Shut up! Shut up!)
If you was money, man, you’d be counterfeit
I gotta give it you, though, you can rock
But everybody know you’re on the Furious' jock
And I remember, Busy, from the olden-times
When my man, Spoonie G, used to sell you rhymes
Remember that rhyme called, “Ditty-Ba-Ditty”?
Man, goddamn, that shit was a pity!
Too hot to trot, here to rock a spot
Spoonie G rocked it whether you like it or not
He begged for the rhyme, asked for it twice
He says, “Spoonie G, I’ll buy at any price!”
When Spoonie finally sold it, oh, what a relief
Busy B stole it like a fuckin’ thief
Came out rockin’, the party's hard (Shut up!)
Got everybody thinkin’ that that rhyme's yours! (Shut up!)
Every time I hear it, I throw a fit
Party after party – the same old shit!
Record after record, rhyme after rhyme
Always want to know your zodiac sign
He changed the shit to the favorite jeans
C’mon, Busy Bee, tell me what that means
Hold on, brother man, don’t you say nothing
I’m not finished yet, I gotta tell you something
Too hot to trot, I’m here to rock the spot
I’m gonna rock your ass whether you like it or not
I’ll take the title right on the spot
How can I take a title you ain’t got?
You’re not number one, you’re not even the best
And you can’t win no real emcee contest
Celebrity Clubs and bullshit like those
Throw the kind of shows that everybody knows
Celebrity Clubs, those are the kind you can win
They’re all set up before he comes in
But in a battle like this, you’d know you’d lose
Between me and you, who do you think they’ll choose?
Well, if you think it’s you, I got bad news
Because they hear your name, you’re gonna hear some boos
‘Cause you’re fakin’ the funk, ‘cause you’re fakin’ the funk
And at the end of this rock, you can call me unc-le
Moe Dee rock shock the house
Call me unc-le
Rock the house, y’all
One for the treble, two for the bass
C’mon Easy Lee and let’s rock the place!
One, two, one, two
Do what you do, now!
Hold on, Busy Bee, I don’t mean to be bold
But put that “ba-ditty-ba” bullshit on hold
We gonna get right down to the nitty-grit
Gonna tell you little somethin’ why you ain’t shit
It ain’t a emcee's jock that you don’t hug
You even bit your name from the “Lovebug”
And now to bite a nigga’s name, that’s some low-down shit (Shut up! Shut up!)
If you was money, man, you’d be counterfeit
I gotta give it you, though, you can rock
But everybody know you’re on the Furious' jock
And I remember, Busy, from the olden-times
When my man, Spoonie G, used to sell you rhymes
Remember that rhyme called, “Ditty-Ba-Ditty”?
Man, goddamn, that shit was a pity!
Too hot to trot, here to rock a spot
Spoonie G rocked it whether you like it or not
He begged for the rhyme, asked for it twice
He says, “Spoonie G, I’ll buy at any price!”
When Spoonie finally sold it, oh, what a relief
Busy B stole it like a fuckin’ thief
Came out rockin’, the party's hard (Shut up!)
Got everybody thinkin’ that that rhyme's yours! (Shut up!)
Every time I hear it, I throw a fit
Party after party – the same old shit!
Record after record, rhyme after rhyme
Always want to know your zodiac sign
He changed the shit to the favorite jeans
C’mon, Busy Bee, tell me what that means
Hold on, brother man, don’t you say nothing
I’m not finished yet, I gotta tell you something
Too hot to trot, I’m here to rock the spot
I’m gonna rock your ass whether you like it or not
I’ll take the title right on the spot
How can I take a title you ain’t got?
You’re not number one, you’re not even the best
And you can’t win no real emcee contest
Celebrity Clubs and bullshit like those
Throw the kind of shows that everybody knows
Celebrity Clubs, those are the kind you can win
They’re all set up before he comes in
But in a battle like this, you’d know you’d lose
Between me and you, who do you think they’ll choose?
Well, if you think it’s you, I got bad news
Because they hear your name, you’re gonna hear some boos
‘Cause you’re fakin’ the funk, ‘cause you’re fakin’ the funk
And at the end of this rock, you can call me unc-le
Moe Dee rock shock the house
Call me unc-le
Rock the house, y’all
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