Return Of The B-boy

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?

HELL YEAH!

Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master)

HELL YEAH!

So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)

So everybody get on up

and turn this mutha out!

Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor

of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all

I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two

cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear

for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin

Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark

If you can't slide then stay out the park

and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark

Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's

just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip

Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it

Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang

It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop)

The debonair MC, in the place to be

Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies

Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long

So the party won't stop until the break of dawn

It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all

When I play b-boy don't miss y'all

Some people wear all that Fila gear

Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere

Say hoooo! HOOOOOO!

Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop

Throw your hands in the air

and wave em like you just don't care

If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear

Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!

OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop

Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop

Back and forth, forth and back

I'm from the streets now I'm a straight