"I'm A B-Boy" lyrics - PMD

PMD

"I'm A B-Boy"

(Parrish Smith / George Spivey)

[Verse 1: PMD]
Well, I'm a b-boy from the hard Hit Squad on the scene
I've been a cream fiend since 16, nahmean?
Trucking jewels that gleam, yo, my crew don't sing
Just puff trees and whip the Benz with the chrome that beams
And like a sucker, yeah, you look the other way
That's when I know you on my dick kid, but it's okay
I don't play, I don't drink the Alize
I stay a b-boy until they take my fucking mic away

[Chorus: samples]
"I'm a b-boy, standing in my big stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants"
"I'm a b-boy, standing in my big stance..."
"Cold chill at a party in my b-boy stance"
"I'm a b-boy, standing in my big stance..."
"That's that b-boy shit, grab your dick shit"
"I'm a b-boy, standing in my big stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants"

[Verse 2: PMD]
Free at last, like Martin Luther King doing my own thing
Hardcore b-boy, underground and I don't sing
So Wat Cha Sayin'? You Gots to Chill and let the god build
'Cause I'm housing on a rampage for the next meal
Whatever happened to the ill pop breakers?
Ill tag makers? Freestylers and DJ's with the stupid speakers?
Twisting fourty tops, giving shorty props
Cruising up blocks and ducking from cops at the week spot
Need trees, army fatigues, time to breathe
Niggas too jiggy, loose like a fucking sleeve
The clique originated, crab niggas exterminated
I be the O.G., Hit Squad [?]

[Verse 3: PMD]
I dedicate this rhyme to the MC's, niggas that wanna temp me
The cuties with the Benzies and you suckers stuck on empty
Don't forget me, my pockets stay fat, like the blimp be
[?] tracks on the M.P., that's triggers by the [?]
Or click track so don't forget that, where my clique at?
(Representing with the Rugged-N-Raw!)
Okay, now print that

Business Is Business (1996)