I stepped into a basement party in Brooklyn The brothers was looking as soon as I put a foot in A female walked up to me and said, "Latifah bust a line" I don't think you're on the strength, show me the time
I said, "If you really want to do this we can do this fine' Take six paces and begin to rhyme" As soon as attempted to make a sound I ate her up with the verb broke her down with the noun
'Cause I hate it when someone challenges with me but cannot balance with me I get annoyed when they can't go blow for blow I get pissed when I hear the lyrics a sucker brings
Ha ha, I was thinking the same thing Well I was approached by a whole damn group of them Rhyme thieves, biters, and bums Took me kind of light, said they wanted to fight I kinda got uptight (You didn't do what I think you did?) Yeah, right!
Bash! went the first, Smash! went the next one (What about the third?) He started, he started to run But to his surprise, his feet must have slipped Cause I snapped that neck before the second step
You see you may speculate, but everybody knows Not one amateur can deal with the pros
These are the pros, coming now from Queen Latifah and Daddy-O And if you want to hear more then just follow If you like the smooth chanted lyrics then just say "Bo bo bo!"
There was a time that a man could go Anyplace, anywhere without a Rambo But now me have to keep me pistol loaded with rhyme Have to deal with bad breath biters that step out of line
So when they make a move them surely get a taste of it I'm Daddy-O and I don't quit So feel the flow, y'all because you're under attack From my rhymes, 'cause I'm writing swift rhymes in stacks
And four words to the wack, just, "Stay the hell back" Cause it's a fact, if you're wack you ain't saying jack So we can go rhyme for rhyme if you wish But eating you suckers is my favorite dish And I warned you suckers if you messed with me You'll be the next ingredient in my recipe
Start and don't finish, I'll hunt you down And you can't run forever, so you'll be found And with nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide How you want to be eaten, boy, baked or fried?
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It's Latifah the Queen, pioneer of the mainstream I flow just like a pro cause it's the same thing Suckers have to realize how foolish they sound So button your lips and stop trying to be down
I caught you out there (How many times?) A lot of times Cause when it comes to mine, you know I gotta rhyme Stepping to the right, to the left To the best place, well I have to face
A sucker like a pooh-butt, weak and soft Riding my bra strap trying to get off Understand and know, if you want to go You'd better be ready to flow 'cause I'm a pro
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We wax floors with bums, make mocks out of some Sting 'em hard, and watch them complain how it stung Kidnap the babysitter, lock 'em inside a box Daddy-O and the true blue Queen of Rock