Gary g-wiz - ridenhour - studdah man - isbell - thomas

[flavor flav vocals in these brackets]
{crowd chant vocals in these brackets

Intro: chuck d, flavor flav

Aight {aight, aight, aight {aight, aight {aight
I’m aight if you aight {i’m aight
I be better - get some of that bass
{word, give it up aight, yeah

[rinkin twinkin body shakin
Nuffattackin brain’s a rackin
Clock tockin chuck shockin
Flavor flav ain’t never shavin]

(one, two, three four)

Verse one: chuck d

It’s another record, check it, mad methods
To put my brothers and sisters on a deathbed
You know he cheated, took what he wanted but now you blunted
Suckin up to the devil steppin down a level
It’s who they fear is you
Who protects us from us and you from you
Yes and it counts  [bad word] the fourty ounce]
I sued them [bad word]  yeah they got bounce
I did em like a demo {threw em out the window
I took a 98 cause I never liked a limo
But pump pump pump pu-pump pump it up
mad rhyme, for mad times, that’s what’s up
Some ain’t gonna change, I got em in a range
I gotta rearrange, so I’m buildin back your brain
Wreckin records with funky stuff
I loud enough? {yeah you got ta give it up
 [bad word] [4x]: flavor flav

Give it up, give it up, give it up yo
Give it up, give it up, gotta give it up

Repeat #2 -- (occasional) chuck d vocal

Yeah
You gots ta give it up now

Verse two: chuck d [bad word] again with the same old bounce
I’m calling a foul and once again it counts
Mad tense mad tense brothers know
The blunts in the back got the black behind and that’s wack
[and once again it’s on!]
Hey jimmy cracked corn cracker singin "i don’t care", it’s on [bad word] with a rhyme [what? ] I’m lettin go a rhyme [yeah!]
I gotta get a rhyme through the rough and crazy times
Call me a hannibal lecture, yes I checked her
They don’t hear me though, so here I go
I’m sick and tired so sly’ll take ya higher
When I’m takin his sound to bring you down
Rappers rippin a lyrical kickin finger-lickin
But to the rhythm I’m givin but never cotton pickin
Like james brown I’m sayin it loud
I loud enough? huh, you got ta give it up

[some ain’t gonna change, some ain’t gonna change
Some ain’t gonna never ever change
Some ain’t gonna change, some ain’t gonna change
Some ain’t gonna never ever change!]
 [bad word] [1/2x]

Interlude: chuck d, flavor flav

And when [bad word]  some young dumb and fulla [bad word] Some second guessing my lessons about saving young
Some don’t know [bad word] said so here we go
Where it is inside, whoop there it is
{aaaaaaah there it is
[there it is, [bad word] right
My man x is a bad mother {shut your mouth)
I’m talking about terminator, he’s the man]
There it is, can you hit me off with another one
 [bad word] 
I never did represent doing dumb [bad word] Some gangsta lying - I’d rather diss presidents
Dead or alive, bring em and I’ll swing em
I vocalize, I just rap, I don’t sing em
Flick em, and I fling em, you can go with em
Hall of fame for the game for the points I dave bing em
Go grandmama, close but no cigar
I got mine, for I’m using my rhyme
The flow go wherever I want, and that’s clever
Give a piece of my time, to prevent some crime
And who behind puttin the guns to the young ones
The ones that make em is the ones that take [bad word] for no reason, down in duck season
I don’t want my mama, on the street wearing armor
So check yaself before ya wreck yaself
Respect yaself, hah, you got ta give it up