Come on
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
Can it be easy as five, four, three, two, one?
Damn son, heard it was easy as one, two, three
We don't control the three E's
Still we be on the plantation
And you be in trouble, B
Dizzy whirls and Nickelodeon's
In the nick of time
Twenty four duckin' the war
No shirt on like wakin' up at 3 p.m., no job
Ridin' around on a bike
Hair half-braided, half-combed out
Smoked out, still braggin' about
How cats gonna come up
Get that hustle on while them babies born
Headed to the club to get more chicks, c'mon
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
These rhymes ain't got the glow of your normal fairy tales
As another color passes, another brother fails
No singin' or blingin', freestyle wingin'
Beer can sittin' around, waitin' for highlights on ESPN
Four, three, two, one, over it
Some Vince Carter dunkin' on Mike, an' shit
Get yourself together
Before these feds start scrapin' them heads off the street
Sendin' cats to the middle of heat
Far in the so-called Middle East
Somebody gotta communicate beyond the beats
The beats y'all, b-beats y'all, uh
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
What y'all want?
What y'all want?
What y'all want?
What y'all want? (Two, one, boom!)
Five retail chains got your brains trained
Consume anything with a bang and a boom
Gimme room, baby, I'm sayin'
It's a scam to pay for airplay today
But four major corps bought your support
Check the fine print, that CD you bought
Sony, Time, Warner, Universal, Notorius BMG
No lie, you know what, they just got EMI
Three radio corporations own all them so-called "black stations"
While two TV stations got your kids waitin'
WB we be hatin' the fact
Every five seconds canned laughter rolls off the faces of blacks
You P and you pick a nigger
To make that problem bigger, no doubt
Yo, what, I'm out
Three, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
Five, five, five, four
Three, two, two, two, one, one, boom
Five, five, five
Three, two, two, two, one, boom
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