Cooley's Rap

I like hard rock, and old-school rap
Eminem's a clown and kid rock's a hack
I like the Beastie Boys and Run DMC
Sugar Hill Gang's ahh-ighte wit me
I can ad lib cuz I'm all that, uh huh
Imperromptu jammin', off the top of my head
I'm the best rapper that isn't dead

I remember way back in the day, when I was just a little man
I had a red rubber hippity hop, went hoppin' round the basement land
Just bouncin' around back and forth up and down and side to side
Holdin' on to the handle in my own little world, felt like I could fly

I was fly alright, and definitely fresh
Not to mention def and dope, word
When my sister wanted to use it, I stone cold said nope
I went hip to the hop, hop to the hip, I was hip to the hoppity most
And I don't stop, but I'll drop you like your hot
I'm conceded, like to brag and boast

Fully strapped, packin' the heat
Slayin' sucka squirrels that I never did eat, say what?
Yo-yo, Duncan Imperial, purple
Walkin' the dog, around the world in circles
Representin' GB, southside of Flint
Grew up in da hills and I'll give you a hint
Bling bling, had it goin' on, done my time, now I'm an ex-con, oh no

Wore Timberlands, Fila, and K-Swiss too
Before anybody from the hood even knew
I'm from the street, Plantation Drive
Didn't have no slaves, didn't talk no jive
Scratchin' records on my turntable, I didn't sweat the technic
Slam dunkin' off the neighbors backboard
Never had to leave my feet, sweet

Cold hoopin' it, out in the driveway, just a b-boy tryin' to score
Goin' to the junior high dances at night
Break dancin' out on the floor
Then the dj would cool it down, I slow danced with all the fine cuties
When the teachers weren't lookin, I was gettin' some tongue
An grabbin' me some bootys

Gittin' jiggy, don't know why
All I can say is I musta been high, whoa
When I wasn't chillin', I was bustin' a rhyme
Either that or perpetratin' a crime
I only smoke chronic, drink Tanqueray and tonic
Keepin' it on the down low
Dort highway cruise, holla at a ho

Homeboys in the Nova, posse in effect
Drove that car till it was totally wrecked, my bad
Pimp my ride, I think not, didn't need to be down wit no cops
They stole my stash, my bowl that's cashed, and cut down my crops
Givin' a shout out to my peeps, you best gimme my props

And if you don't show me no respect
I'll bust you up side your chops, believe it
Yeah boyeee, can I get a square
Why's that afro pick stuck in your hair
I'm down wit dat, I'm keepin' it real
When the man keeps you down, you gots ta steal
Just a thug, I'm gonna git you sucka
Never knew nobody said word to yo mutha

You be illin', you be trippin' too
Me and my adidas gonna crush your groove
You're wack, word to that, but I'm a playa and I'm PH phat
What up doe?, I'm tellin' you dog, snoop ain't got nothin' on me
It's on you, the onus that is, hi my name is Scotty C

Went downtown to get the nickel bags, I loved to smoke that cheeba
Kicked back with my remote control, watched MTV on my Toshiba