On the Bugged Tip - Big Daddy Kane

Yo, on the M-I-C right about now

I go by the name of Big Daddy Kane

I got my man Scoob Lover on the side of me

DJ Mister Cee on the wheels of steel

Dre on the film and Marley on the boards

We gonna do a little something like this:

Some like it hard and some like it soft

Yo, bust the groove as I set it off

But wait a minute…

Yo Scoob, what’s up?

Pardon me a moment as I interrupt

For what?

For this:

You like the stylish clothes we wear

And you like our flat-top style of hair

It’s just those bugged out things we do

That make the girlies wanna stare

Like when we’re chillin' with the crew

Or drinkin' that Old English brew

Straight from the bottle not the cup

And it gets us more than just fucked uuuuup…

And I like it yall.

.like it yall…

Like it yall…

…like it yall

Scoob Lover, won’t you hype it yall?

Well, I’m the S-C double-O B-L-O-V-E-R- uh

Ladies come to me, I’ll be your midnight horror

Need a flat top?

Come to Scoob, I’m the barber

Of Da Ville

And that’s right

Try to step to us, watch what you get

Cuz me and Big Daddy’s not havin' it

Well, it’s the Big Daddy, so all hail

Save your wack rhymes, hold your female

Pass the Old Gold, trash the ale

Cash your food stamps, get the WIC out the mail

Love to eat shrimps, but I never eat snail

Eat a whole fish except for the tail

Keep food in the fridge so it don’t get stale

And when there’s nothing to eat, I bite my nails

So Scoob Lover, you know your rhymes are kickin'

Get on the mic, cuz you know you eat chicken

Now-now-now, I’m-a place a order for a Scooby snack

Not at the Chinese restaurant because I don’t eat cats

Now who in the world can ever eat these?

When I’m at home, I chow down with ease

And say «More beef sausage, mom, please?»

That’s right, Mommy Dukes, she feeds me swell

Coffee on the table, orange juice as well

Some of the things I say are outspoken

Guaranteed to have you chokin'

Bitin' MCs are the one I’m yokin'

Kane, I’m outta here, I guess I’ll use my token

I’ll walk through the gate if the turnstile’s broken

Big Daddy, if you’re down with me

Get on the mic on the count of three;

One, two, three…

Now I’m a black brother that’s out to succeed

So step aside as I take the lead

Sexy young ladies of a light-skinned breed

«You got-you got-you got what I need!»

Outstanding, kind, cool and loyal

Drove all the way to Maaco just to change my oil

Cuz I’m the only child, you might think I’m spoiled

Touch the young ladies make their blood pressure boil

I got the… hmm…hiccups, excuse me, sorry

Score a 100 Gs every time I play Atari

Put a hole in the Old Gold, blast the Bacardi

On the dance floor, hype moves I be freakin'

Makin' new steps up every single weekend

Not Abbot and Costello or Laurel and Hardy

I’m only here to PAR-TY!

Yo, check it out, check it out

Turn the music down, turn the music down

Turn the music down, here we go, here we go

We gonna end it like this in the place yall

It’s like this yall, and you don’t stop

Now, the name Kane is superior to many people;

It means King Asiatic Nobody’s Equal

I hate to brag, but damn I’m good!

And if mics were a gun, I’d be Clint Eastwood

And if rap was a game, I’d be MVP:

Most Valuable Poet on the M-I-C

And if rap was a school, I’d be the principal

Aw fuck it, the Kane is invincible

To be specific, I may die one day

But my rhymes will remain like a hieroglyphic

It’s a certain special skill, that takes much practice

I got it good;

apparently you lack this

So in turn, sit back and learn

Listen close, this is for your own concern

Let me show ya, exactly how it’s properly done:

Lights, Camera, Action!