Tim Bills ain’t it tho? This same year, my pop bought this album, Dead Serious by Das Efx and 19 Naughty Three. Arguably my favorite year in my fond memories of hip hop
Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca For sharper type to battle make the people say ooh ah Think I won't curse, I'll break down and say puta Hey, madrigon, sesa me bichafi mi chocha? Say what I want because, I'm that type of guy Now fam-a-lam, I'll be damned, slam jams the weak Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky? Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze No it's the shoes (the shoes) It's gotta be the shoes! 'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock so I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock To tell you the truth, when on the mic I'll say anything that sounds good Like jump and a grump and sound over some uh? The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs "That doesn't make no sense!" c'mon who cares? See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin' to knock me I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown Who's-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun? I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr Funke, uh Well um, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk Whew! And it's smellin' up the hip-hop A little bit of this, a little bit of that Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like GI Joe I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy hip-hop, oh no, I don't want to go pop! I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues R&B ya see, all that's cool, but hip-hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at Even back when I used to break on a box Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin' Before I had a record, I always kept 'em clappin Freestylin on the block, now I Chief Rock I always entertain, by diggin in my crux My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain I spook you with the hit, make you jump like House of Pain Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front Ay Mr Funke Whats up? Can I get assistance? For what? For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut Well back is the backer, I'm chillin with my knocker And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like [duo] what goes up, must come down But not me clown I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin' So jump in, and watch your ears start hummin' through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak Well damn "Do It All" can I rock? I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin' The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin But they don't understand how I feel about the funk I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk So now what do they say, when I'm walkin' up the block? Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka
This is one of the dopest hiphop beats ever created. TROY by Pete Rock & CL & Pete Rock’s “Shut Em Down (REMIX)” for PE is also incredible. The scratches add so much flavor.
Ppl hating on me cause I'm the motherfuckin man. I walk with the funk i sleep with funk i rhyme with the funk. Flow hits like ali in his prime. Explosive flow lyrical landmines when i land mine. Coming with more hits than the Braves and the Yankees. Casanova brown bring the heat like method man. Got terrorist shook because im so bomb. In the crib watching CNN. Hopped in the jeep with the dark tint no one is seeing in. Lyrics spread across the globe like telephone wires. Im on point like a hitman's schedule. Take you on an adventure like being kidnapped by seven ninjas. I don't do yoga but I can stretch your imagination.
Boomshakalaka Partna, Hail to the Chief Rocka, Need to see a Docta, Cuz I'm sick with it Proppa, Not Covid, but sick with the shocker, Cocked the pipe right, And give it as I propped her, Strike lines like a boxer, Kick rhymes like it's soccer, In the Nocturne, I'm a jotter, word stocker, With the knockers for the beat I slaughter, Gotta come harder, Yelling Boomshakalaka, as flow like the water, Applaud you for the effort, But definitely a horror, Horrible, my ears don't want to bother, Offer a coke and smile, Because you can't run a mile, With no style, on file, you pile, a profile, that's on trial, to be exiled, Tell you right now, I'm quite vile, You better dial the next, child, Or get bent for the waste of time spent, *Now that didn't make no sense* Your a, stain in the game to get rinsed, Stomping out weak gents 'til I make mince, A dollar I gotta break to make cents, I'm heinous, When I say this, But you famous? Dividing by zero, can't calculate it, Get faded, you're dated, I'll make it, to escape this, Cheaply formulated hell that's created, Bound you down to the ground as hated clown who faked it, Hope you like the taste of pavement.
Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka Rock it down so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca For sharper type to battle make the people say Think I won't curse I'll break down and say puta Hey madrigon sesa me bichafi mi chocha? Say what I want because I'm that type of guy Now fam a lam I'll be damned, slam jams the weak Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky? Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze No it's the shoes it's gotta be the shoes 'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock So I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock To think I'm the troop, when on the mic? I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid Like drunk and a grump and sound over some The cat in the hat and the mouse ran up the stairs That doesn't make no sense, c'mon who cares? See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin' to knock me I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown Who's the tip of the top, the cream of the crop, the best under the sun? I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka Well, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk Whew! And it's smellin' up the hip-hop A little bit of this, a little bit of that Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy Hip hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues R and B ya see, all that's cool, but Hip hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at Even back when I used to break on a box Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin' Before I had a record, I always kept 'em clappin' Freestylin' on the block, now I Chief Rock I always entertain, by diggin' in my crux My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain I spook you with the hit, make you jump like house of pain Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka Ay Mr. Funke, whassup? Can I get assistance? For what? For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut Well back is the backer, I'm chillin' with my knocker And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like What goes up, must come down But not me clown I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin' So jump in, and watch your ears start hummin' Through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak Well damn do it all can I rock? I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin' The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin' But they don't understand how I feel about the funk I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk So now what do they say, when I'm walkin' up the block? Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka The Lord Chief Rocka, number one The Lord Chief Rocka, number one The Lord Chief Rocka, number one Traduire en français
What u gonna do U slippin on tha noose I'm filling up the room With these bassy tunes Letting loose the fumes The fires getting hot Hotter than a glock I shoot u on tha spot Firing the bullets Lyrics at its fullest
#1 chief rocka, harder than a shot of vodka I'm as hard as a marimba; you're as shook as a miracca Splittin st8 flame like my name Waka Flocka thats right mutha focka, clean out your rap locka You're wiggety wack man, I eat a rapper like a Pac-Man...wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka-wocka!
