B.J…
Yuh
Yuh
Now, once upon a time not long ago
There was a little white boy who wanted to rock the floor
He seen up in his room and just locked the door
Fighting fast and low, him no one would know
But with the had bag words and B-boy posts
He used to stand up in the mirror he’s the show
With the little brushes, the microphone
say, say, uh
he kids
But more G-Dub courses
It’s strange the is the same
But the name awesome
He ain’t changed, rocking air forces
I’m to go, how living though?
a few funny notes to the jippy toes
the door and go, then dip and low
Roll with the OG gotta know
ain’t to to him but
do
Step up in the party, the crowd boo-coo
do
what to talk, do?
do
Step up up in the party, boo-coo
do
I’m it
And I’m a rap addict
Dagnabbit, microphone fiend, now that’s it
Morphine and a morphine crack addict
In a stuck in a traffic
said, on, a it
I’ll dreams and schemes and habits
You redeemed, all clean, it
and had a breath of God a asthmatic
ahead, it
Middle aged dad, rad with the raps it
came a long way from the past second
though the gray Mr. Fantastic
Salt and pepper, I’ma tell ya
in throat a Dr. Pepper
I’m not the GOAT, I’m getting better
Let know with the ahead, say whatever
ain’t to to him but
do
Step up in the party, the crowd boo-coo
do
what to talk, don’t
do
Step up in the party, the crowd go
do