"Alright party people, it's about that time

We want everybody everybody off the stage

Who ain't supposed to be on the stage

And you trip over the wire, we gon' get Smitty to beat you up"

[Buckshot]

Just clap your hands to the beat

"Just clap your hands to the beat" (6x) "you don't stop"

If you look at reality, I bet you can't see what I can see

What could you see Buck, another duck

Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck

Now, you can keep the ball if you want

But I'm gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt

Hip-hop rules, can't nobody touch the flavor

Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor (WHAT!!)

That we do whatever we gotta do

God bless the budda cess and my whole crew

One thing I hate see fuck a hand

You and your crew bite my style and you play Teddy Rucker man

Timberland on the upper hand

See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh

I see for now I got to demonstrate

Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?

Chorus (4x)

Two turntables and a mic (MIC!!)

One phat emcee on the set (SET!!)

[Buckshot]

Watch me blow your back out wit the verb

Herb, come test Buck you get served

Look, up in the air, it's a bird

No, it's Super Nigga and look he's puffin the herb

Sayin "chocolate do a nigga justice"

Bust this, spark another session I'm lovin the mist

Contact in my nostril

Is a collosal emcee to recollect on set

The point is, you get biz on the mic

Like back in the days, niggas we got more like

Shit, today it take niggas too long to recognize

Just because I'm not commercialized

Or when I'm in your town I rock the underground