Lords Of The Underground
Tic Toc
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Tic toc, this is how we rock
throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
(Tic toc, you don't stop...)
DOITALL:
Tic toc, this is how we rock
we're those same (um) brothers that brought you Chief Rock
Now, um, underground's my style
to this I have vows
and I swear to my god
I'll always rock a crowd
So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.
which is scarier
so if your on the deals,
who cares, the more the merrier
Now right off South Orange
on the block of one-nine
of course, thirteenth ave
is my stomping grounds
I open up my chest
and to my 'hood give my heart
'cause without the heart
then your 'hood falls apart
So respect to the cement
the park called the Corner
'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing
Runnin' from the cops
I couldn't be stopped
'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks
Now before making records
the 'hood was my savior
but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...
Tic toc, this is how we rock
Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
(Tic toc, you don't stop...)
MR. FUNKYMAN
Well, I be the funk-ular
ultra-funk-ular
gamma-funk-ular
Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars
Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer
If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima
When I die,
I hope they're making records up in heaven
On a scale of one to ten,
I'm like 100-5th-11
and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones
but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on
I go on beat...
off beat...
then jump right back on time
I drop another rhyme
and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!!)
M.C.'s cannot rock me
I'm stone-proof
Me grabbin' the mic
is like Superman running to a phone booth
Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard
throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
(Tic toc, you don't stop...)
DOITALL:
Tic toc, this is how we rock
we're those same (um) brothers that brought you Chief Rock
Now, um, underground's my style
to this I have vows
and I swear to my god
I'll always rock a crowd
So (um) peace to my area, N.W.K.
which is scarier
so if your on the deals,
who cares, the more the merrier
Now right off South Orange
on the block of one-nine
of course, thirteenth ave
is my stomping grounds
I open up my chest
and to my 'hood give my heart
'cause without the heart
then your 'hood falls apart
So respect to the cement
the park called the Corner
'cause that's where the DOITALL TWO was performing
Runnin' from the cops
I couldn't be stopped
'cause i was jumpin' big gates that connected the blocks
Now before making records
the 'hood was my savior
but now I'm making tunes to make you jam wit 'cha neighbor...
Tic toc, this is how we rock
Throw your hands in the air and do it for your block (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
Throw your hands in the air and please don't stop (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
Throw your hands in the air and represent your block (um)
Tic toc, this is how we rock
(Tic toc, you don't stop...)
MR. FUNKYMAN
Well, I be the funk-ular
ultra-funk-ular
gamma-funk-ular
Half you rappers out there couldn't see me with binoculars
Anyone who thinks he'll take me out is just a dreamer
If you think you're the bomb, then I'm Hiroshima
When I die,
I hope they're making records up in heaven
On a scale of one to ten,
I'm like 100-5th-11
and sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones
but if you ever try to dis the Lords, then it's on
I go on beat...
off beat...
then jump right back on time
I drop another rhyme
and talk about your fat ugly mama (EEWWW!!)
M.C.'s cannot rock me
I'm stone-proof
Me grabbin' the mic
is like Superman running to a phone booth
Straight from Martin Luther King Boulevard
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