[Intro] Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka [Verse 1 Mr. Funke] Boom shaka laka, yo, here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip youre not my nucca For sharper type to battle make the people say Ooh ahh Think I wont curse, Ill break down and say puta Hey, madrigon, sesa me bichafi mi chocha? Say what I want because Im that type of guy Now famalam, Ill be damned, slam jams the weak Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky? Now hold it, let me choose, could it be the booze? No its the shoes the shoes? Its gotta be the shoes! Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock So I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock To tell you the truth, when on the mic Ill say anything that sounds good Like Drum pan, a drum pan sound over some uuuuh The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs That doesnt make no sense! Cmon who cares? See even without the gift theres yours so dont be tryin to knock me I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funky Some MCs wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands But they dont understand Im the motherfuckin man I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down Smack a group of them around Let them know who wears the crown Whosthetipofthetop, thecreamofthecrop, thebestunderthesun Im the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke [Chorus] The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka [Verse 2 DoItAll] Well umm, boom, shakalak, I got the fragrance, the funk Whew, and its smellin up the hiphop A little bit of this, a little bit of that Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap Im the, Chief Rocka so I guess I am in charge I freak it with a twist so youll boom it in your cars Im the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough See, if I was an Indian Id still be the chief The only other differenceId smoke weed in a leaf To the hip, the hop, to the hibby, to the hibbidy Hiphop, oh no, I dont wanna go pop I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues RB, ya see, all thats cool But, hiphop and rap, yeah, thats where my hearts at Even back when, I used to break on a box Backspins for backspin, even while Im rappin Before I had a record, I always kept em clappin Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock I always entertain, by diggin in my crux My brain, so if its gonna rain let it rain I spook you with the hit Make you Jump like House of Pain Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump And remember, remember, Chief Rock I wont front [Chorus] The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka [Verse 3 DoItAll, Mr. Funke, Both] Ay Mr. Funke Whassup? Can I get assistance? For what? For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut Well back is the backer, Im chillin with my nucca And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like What goes up, must come down But not me clown I cut em, crack a speaker when Im pumpin So jump in, and watch your ears start hummin Through the block, and dont forget to boom shak, shakalak [Verse 4 Mr. Funke] Well damn DoItAll can I rock? I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin But they dont understand how I feel about the funk I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk I live for the funk, Ill die for the funk So now what do they say, when Im walkin up the block? Boomshakalaka there goes the Chief Rocka [Chorus] The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
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