Big Daddy Kane — The Way its Goin Down

[Intro] Hit me, baby (that's right) Hurt me, baby (that's right) That-that-that funk That-that-that-that- That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk That's that retarded-like fonk Like you put your armpits in the drum machine Good God Break me off some of that Come on [Verse 1] Easy Mo, just let the beat rock From your sweet stock To bounce the complete block Make everyone, on the street flock To this here rhythm Music'll hit 'em, get 'em My lyrics'll fit 'em, when I get with 'em They'll admit I'm, smokin' like bags of ism The way that I keep amazin' Y'all don't even know who you're facin', pa The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car The one who created it and many others imitated it I heard your rap style, kid - I hated it Let me show you how, look here, now check my style What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say "wow" Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down And sway this way when you hear the music play Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say Hey [Bridge] I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane He makes the party swing He turns the mother out And rips apart things Then I go... [Hook] Da-da-da-daaa-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin' down Da-da-da-daaa-da You know I like the way it sound And I just love the way it's goin' down [Verse 2] Now, what's this BS you're sayin'? And don't try to act like Martin now, with all that 'I was just playin' No need to grief or mourn, cause now The Beef is On Boom-bap boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone Just cause you rap, that don't mean that ya catchin' wreck with me You step to this, I give your mic a vasectomy I only know one person that can come next to me No, that's a tattle Cause, I can't count my own shadow A battle? I gots to have it Unless you're gonna rob me like they did Whittaker when he fought Chavez Cause tryin' to go against the Kane rappin' Is like a pimp tryna pull a nun - ain't nothin' happenin' Clear the way for the one, champ-ion, true black don Who begun gettin' the job done, take a look, hon Back up, son, you know you can't get none Come on, I'm on a whole 'nother level of rap And it's like that, now show me where the party at Uh huh [Hook] Da-da-da-daaa-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin' down Da-da-da-daaa-da You know I like the way it sound And I love how it's goin' down [Verse 3] The B-I-G D-A-D Y, no, back up and add another D Then back to the K to the A to the N to the E Live from New York, the one and only I give it to you raw for my homies Uh, and to the ladies: I take em lookin' somethin' fine And don't mind if we bump 'n grind If you're with me, jump in line Because, if in my wallet I can find one prophylactic Then you better believe girl, that you gonna get your ass dicked Hard type of rappers extinct, like a dinosaur The kind you saw the rhyme before But now you never find no more Steppin' to the Kane with some drama to be startin' Because I put 'em all on ice, like Tonya Harding Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy Rollin' with me on a mission, that's to seek and destroy So, to all the people that's been tryin' to talk about me You better change your name to 5000, cause you're Audi And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin' to them too Just put the beat on and watch how I swim through The groove, with more style than a backstroke Drivin' past my competition, like cab drivers do black folks That's the way I move, I always stayed the Smooth Operator with data watin' for you to play a groove To turn it out without a doubt, and show what I'm about Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house Sham on [Hook] Da-da-da-daaa-da Yeah, I like the way it sound And I love the way it's goin' down Da-da-da-daaa-da You know I like the way it sound And I just love the way it's goin' down