Chief Rocka

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