Craig Mack — Jockin My Style

[Intro] Ha, ha, ha, ha Jockin' my style Uh (ha), ha, ha You know you jockin' my style Boomp-boom-boom-boom-boomp Presenting, presenting Jockin' my style One, two, yah, haaaaaaaa! [Verse 1] It goes, ha! Here come a rhyme in your ear Craig Mack's here so have no fear My rhymes push the whack to the rear I'm severe rap pioneer with funk I steer Now it's clear, Rhymes flow to the break of dawn Exploring MC's I get silly on, like Ponce De Leon Yet don't forget, style is a banger MC's I deposit in the closet on a hanger (break em up, Mack) Chop your rhymes like I chop shop chop a Acc Startin with the bones in your back Whenever I attack it's like a blow from a axe Sweet like sugar that be on Sugar Smacks Facts is Mr. or Ms Can't another rapper see me when it's time for gettin biz And the moral of the story as you will see Is that from now on, the greatest rapper is me [Hook] MC's you're jockin my style You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style MC's stop jockin my style You know you can't touch the flav (jockin' my style) MC's you're jockin my style You're jockin my style boy, you're jocking my style MC's stop jockin my style Craig Mack has the phat funk flav (jockin' my style) [Verse 2] Now I'm sayin, rock funk to the Himalayan No more delaying, MC's you decaying, I'm staying Cause now I'm out my cage And what I do for rap is gonna make front page Remember back in the days I was just a tyke I do a rhyme while I do a wheelie riding bike But now I'm the man with the mic in my hand Starving MC's like them kids from Siam Breaker breaker, it's the funk rhyme shaker Super duper superb slamming like a Laker Swimmin' on MC's like moray eels with mass appeal Your rhymes are jokes like Dangerfield's Boy, I'll tell ya, ain't no liver on this continent I'm dope and you the opposite, the man when I be dropping shit Raw, give MC's a headache Hit your ass so hard and kill your man by mistake You's a fake ladies and real niggas know Non-stop rockin' til it's time to go so bust the flow I'ma be around for a while MC's stop jockin my style [Hook] MC's you're jockin my style You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style MC's stop jockin my style You know you can't touch the flav (jockin' my style) MC's you're jockin my style You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style MC's stop jockin my style It's Craig Mack, the phat funk flav (jockin' my style) [Verse 3] Now everybody put your hands in the air Wave them shits like you just don't care, aiyyo You could have a dollar or be a millonaire Sometimes I think that Mack should be mayor Now me, myself and I, we three bad motherfuckers Here to eliminate suckers I came to rock a party (party down), are you ready Get your Aunt Millie's out, eat MC's like spaghetti Rap machete (chomp chomp chomp), I'll cut your ass like a sword Into buying rhymes these rhymes you can't afford I shine like jewelry, ain't nobody schoolin me I battle anybody, just point to who the fool'll be Cause you and me, we ain't the same type of breed I grab the mic and give the crowd what they need, and proceed To rock the mic since a child Get off my tip and stop jocking my style [Hook] MC's you're jockin my style You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style MC's stop jockin my style You know you can't touch the flav (jockin' my style) MC's you're jockin my style You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style MC's stop jockin my style It's Craig Mack, the phat funk flav (jockin' my style)