Check
Uh huh
Check check, y'all


Yo Whitey Ford's the name
The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Couldn't get more bent
When it's time to represent
I control it like rent

In a slum tenement
Life's hard like some men
In the concrete jungle

I don't smoke jumbo
So whatcha knockin' for
There's locks on my door

We rock from the floor
To the ceilin'
Ain't no drug dealin'

Ain't no gat peelin'
You can't fight this feelin'


Casual:
Weeeell, My style's golden
Hot like molten rock

!@^%s come bold
But leave here holdin' jock
High roll patrol

Roll through the set on fifth
Arm's solo
Sippin' momo with a chick

!@^%s take the penitentiary
Chances at the dances
Lettin' off shots

Lit off the lanterns
Mad 'cause a ^!$$% can't test with no access
To phatness like this


Sadat X:
From one story the cowboy was founded

I'm surrounded by Casual and Whitey Ford
The whole world and your girl
From the Bay to LA

To my blue end while
I ain't tryin' to die
I'm tryin' to live

While I cool out
And pick up my daughter
When the bell says the school out

Who the hell brought tools
In this peaceful event
Now I can love you

Front you
Or we could hunt you
You played too close

Take a hit of this dose

A yes, yes, y'all

Sadat X: A freak, freak, yo
Casual: So fresh y'all
To the beat y'all

Sadat X: A yes yes y'all
Casual: We don't stop dog


We keep it rockin' till the panties drop, yo

Casual:Uh huh, ha

I see the rappers bein' ruined
By you and whoever's doin' that
Crap, they got me booin'

In fact, I'm gettin' to 'em
May an electrical poetical surge
Give me the urge

To, consume, the tomb
And submerge
The depths of adverbs

Keep it sick!@%(ytical
You pitiful trick
I'm the pinnacle and the prodigal
Rhyme style's
Hip nautical

$#&@ the artical
The artist is hardest
To harvest the hard %#@!

Sadat X:

I slave till all my work is done
I'm cashin' in
Stack up my money for a grand set
I like them all house parties rockin'
Plus I'm up in your cozy

(*##$ turn your head and keep your eyes
Where they supposed to be
Supposedly I was seen with something lean, huh
Brown skin
I keep it bouncin'

I say loungin'
On the side with red wine
I know that %#@! on my floor ain't swine
Now back it up
Stack it up
And hit me one more time

It might be your phone call
But check it, it's my dime
And I know she's fine
But get off my line
Or I'll break that spine
And then maybe your face
You all up in my space

Like with Puffy and Mase
But that's just not the case'
Cause I'm settin' the pace
While you followin' and swallowin'
Savorin' the flavor
In your audio for now
Quick suckin' my style

I'll be the man
With the large amounts of savoir-faire

CHORUS
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it

Ah yeah baby
Rock on
To the break of dawn
Just freak it
Ah yeah baby

CHORUS II (X2)

Sadat X:
'Cause it's the funky beat'
Cause it's the funky beat
'Cause it's the funk, the funk, the funk, funky beat (beat)

Sadat X:
I'll leave a piece of my style

Flyin' high up in the air
And you'll say to yourself
Damn I'm glad I was there
This is as rare as me frickin' share
You people stare
But behind closed doors
You will take it there

Casual:Yeah I be the extraordinare
Judge from Bayfare
To Albee Square
Tell me where the party at
I'll be there
Let her hit the coney at
Show her where to rock the pony at
I be the man
With the large amounts of sapphire fare
I'm about to cut loose
My dog so you all best beware
You can dance with flare
And get out of your chair
We be smarter than your average boo boo bear

CHORUS

CHORUS II (X4)