Return Of The B Lyrics

Return Of The B lyrics

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house?  

 HELL YEAH!  

 Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master)  

 HELL YEAH!  

 So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)  

 So everybody get on up  

 and turn this mutha out!  

  

 Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor  

 of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all  

 I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two  

 cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear  

 for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin  

 Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark  

 If you can't slide then stay out the park  

 and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark  

 Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's  

 just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip  

 Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it  

 Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang  

 It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop)  

  

 The debonair MC, in the place to be  

 Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies  

 Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long  

 So the party won't stop until the break of dawn  

 It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all  

 When I play b-boy don't miss y'all  

 Some people wear all that Fila gear  

 Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere  

 Say hoooo! HOOOOOO!  

 Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop  

 Throw your hands in the air  

 and wave em like you just don't care  

 If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear  

 Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!  

 OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop  

 Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop  

 Back and forth, forth and back  

 I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack  

 Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?)  

 Eyes are red, you know that I can get down  

 When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life  

 because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight  

  

 Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!  

 West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire  

 We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn  

 Burn motherfucker, burn!!  

  

 Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say  

 That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A.  

 Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old  

 And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed  

 I step in the party and I bust my move  

 Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove  

 Sucker MC try to call my bluff  

 You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all  

 Please please y'all, please please check it out  

 y'all, yeah yeah y'all  

 Yeah, please, please check it out  

 So stomp your feet, and clap your hand  

 While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand  

 On the turntable, one and two  

 We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you  

 Like this...  

 Like this...  

 Like this...  

 Do that shit, do that shit, do it!  

  

 All my rhymes are hard as HELL  

 I am the one and I PREVAIL  

 You will SAIL, you will FAIL  

 I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what?  

  

 Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all  

 y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out  

 Check it out check it out check it out y'all  

 Check it out check it out check it out y'all  

 Party over here! Party over there!  

 Party right here! Party right there!  

 Party over there! There's a party in the trunk