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 a drum machine

Good God

Break me off some of that

Come on

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 rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em

When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism

The one that 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 - 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, sway when you hear the music play

Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say

Hey

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...

Da-da-da-da-da

Yeah, I like the way it sound

And I love the way it's goin down

Da-da-da-da-da

You know I like the way it sound

And I just love the way it's goin down

Now, what's this b.s. 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-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone

Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me