I make you dripdrop and bop, and swing and move your head back When youre driving your car, you listen close to the star Rhythm X I funk flock fleet and flowaway Garbage I throwaway to take it to the pickup truck Suckas dont give a beep necks dont give a beat I bet a buck on your wife, I make another hit Stomp my comp out and swing like yogi berra Get another buick, a brand new riviera Green coupe mercedes, a rolls royce maybe Have madonna on tour with the carriage in my baby Little Rhythm X first, second Poppa large If a girl come in third well name em Mary J. Blarge My funky style, with my funky freaky rhythm Keep the brothers on the corner with the gossip in the rhythm I know Im bad too the bone I hang alone CRUSIN IN STYLE, I WANNA FLEX COLD PEEIN ON EM Continue I ease back and stretch in my limousine Look at the corny rappers whore faking and wilin mean I know Im hungry as hell, I hit your barrels Italian kids, with my tape in they cameros Im not down with the ?mirk ,merkts?, the chicken curry Saving that old cash, they vision blurry They say who rhythm? who X? he aint a pop group But every time I look a wacker rapper drop troop I funk styles, I make styles, freestyles I pump styles, I write styles, see styles I jack styles, prepare em then I hook em up Im ?rugged rug? with a pen, then a pad I make emcees walk up, yo keith you bad Ill give you my girl for every rhyme in the world One million, two million, three million, four I move and take the money with his girl through the door CRUSIN IN STYLE, I WANNA FLEX COLD PEEIN ON EM Yo gimme a pound, Yo gimme a pound Yo gimme a pound, yeah yeah, I know Im down I listen to old tapes, my favorite James Brown Not an emcee bean, dropping bright stinky nights Let me pee on the mike and wake em up with this style Have the ladies on my tip, they know Im sweaty style I dont singsing, and jingle with jingaling Critics can look and zippyzap, see my dingaling I write the rhymes your moms like, the rhymes your pops like Then throw your tape out the window right? They know the X is hype, they know the X is dope They know the X is no joke YEAH, yo put the crack down man, stop sniffing coke I see my chauffeur is ready, the black rolls royce CRUSIN IN STYLE, I WANNA FLEX COLD PEEIN ON EM
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