'88

Break it Bop it Niggas beat-boxing [Verse 1:Chuck Inglish (throughout)] I do what I do like I do it for TV I guess what I'm doin' I'm doin' to keep the... Shoes on my feet sweeter than sweet peas So you sucker MCs really can't out-step me I grab a mic I rock it from 9-5 Self-employed, kicking back is my hobby and job E-Z Rock beats with bass, ladies calling me Rob Base, Base, Base, Base I'm on my '88 shit Cuban link chains and Cazal frame lense Guess Jeans, stone-washed Rocking top 10 kicks Flicking on my fit I got my foot looking like a '88 draft pick It's that sick, it gets sicker than the flu And sir, you came to pretend I'm the shit Attain you a class on how to be cooler In fact, I'm the superintendent of the school Uh, yeah and I'm back on my job I press and twist knobs Just to make your head nod All you wack rappers need to keep your day job And my work here is done, I'm a take the day off [Hook] Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringing '88 back Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringing '88 back (Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxing) Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringing '88 back (Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and) (Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxing) Do the smurf, Do the wop, Baseball bat Rooftop, like I'm bringing '88 back [Verse 2] We know who this be, it's me, no secrets Stuck to the beat and glued to the sequence Igloo freezing we is You can catch us walking on the weekend While you awkwardly breathing From all the second hand smoke Nigga, you a square Lit you at the tip, blow it in the air We don't play fair And that's a fact Separating people from the squares Like a nicotine patch Lookie here, quite honestly You're gonna have to pardon me I'm a modern day fly machine Yes sir, that's absurd But the best word to describe would be "ah" Piffed, mad as me Which hand is free? Shake the one that is and I gotta handle my biz Until I got the aching ribs Salute to all them scally-wags and fresh kids, yes [Hook] [Verse 3] We can dance if you wanna We can leave your friends behind Cause if your friends don't dance And if they don't dance Then they ain't no friends of mine Yo, it just hit me that I'm the fresh prince And that means I'm Will And I chill with the chicks in the back On the real, it might feel like a kick in the back From gorillas, but chill that's the skill that I pack Yes sonny, you need to rock while I do the wop Old schoolers bop cooler while we moving through the spot Cruising through the roof '88 frames on Adidas track suit Ask who? Be quiet when the game's on Cause I'm in championship And I moving through time in my champion ship We cannot fall So I'm leaving you with these three words: Yes, yes ya'll [Hook] Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxing Smurf it, Wop it, at the bus stop and Break it, Bop it, Niggas beat-boxing