'm skippin' to the beat Of my own drum You know I love you, yes, I do But I've got tell, be true Wish that we will cool but Was it something I said?
your dumb-dumb drum The beat so phat gonna make me come Um, um, um, um Over to your place Rat-tat-tat-tat on your dumb-dumb drum The beat so phat gonna
Nobody knows how it's going to end Kiss me In the coolness of the night Take me Further
live as one together we the perfect bond. Me and my radio doin' 90 on the freeway knowin' the way to go, and I like to feel the rhythm the beat be bumpin
you feel it I can feel it heah So can you feel the beat with the base drum Doing it doing in your feet hear the car drum Tapping in your ear yeah
battin average is half as good as Reggie Jack Is dats why you talk backwards and uh chumps be on some Bogard stuff like Humphrey You couldn't beat me
the drum in my younger days I just hit that beat any way I can Smooth high-stepping in the marching band I turned in my drum and I started to rap Now
's the point When I walk in the place I just jam the joint Singin' old Too $hort's on the microphone The beat's so fresh can't leave me alone You see I rap so cool
s alright, no problem, cool Sent to the earth to educate the fool Waiting around for my shell to crack After that you can't hold me back Looking out for
whore with a damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like 40 some Xanax's Shortly come back, I'm tryin to score me some lap dances I'm 'bout to relapse, so baby, pour me
is thumping ear drums pumpin' The shit is tight right 'cause the sample is tight right Right that's one to leave teethless Never sweat that 'cause I'm a cool
's like tasha and kamali NY is a museum with its posters and graffiti If you're in the city on Sunday Come check me, get with me
to be I see baseball caps, hear beats by Warren G I sinks into the mode of the cool out breeze You know, the cool breeze rocks the beats wit ease So
Kamali New York is a museum with its posters and graffiti If you're in the city on Sunday, come check me Get with me, get with me New York, it's red
me where them hands are, reachin' for my keys It's cool we can roll, we do everything in three's Four go with them, two come with me Pound it like a
pools. And now with the 90's behind me, I've finally designed the epitomy of grimy. You can find me where the sun shine, Be tryin' me and I'll have you
my man It's like this for my mellow my man Yo, I got spunk, plus funk and Jump Like Punks To get beat down, turn that heat down, I'm crazy cool Deeper
ten And got real and we'll do it again It was a long hard road, believe me People tryin' to steal from me, and deceive me But that's cool, you live and