B-boy Real Mccoy Lyrics - Aceyalone

Yeah 

Ah, this one's out of respect 

To you and yours 

Ah 

I'm a b-boy, I'm the real McCoy 

I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy 

What's up party people in the place to be 

Gather round for a minute and check the MC 

I really don't know what you expectin from me 

But I was born and raised to rock over the beat 

See, me and my homies got some tight-ass raps 

It is time we put the hometeam back on the map 

All you radio stations play a whole lotta crap 

It's like I'm hungry at the table and you feedin me scrap 

So this one's for the people who can ride the wave 

And go into the battle and come out unscathed 

See, my only regret is that I probably never gave 

Enough back to hip-hop for the life it saved 

So ride along with us as we lick this shot 

For anybody who put it down, we never forgot 

See, we give it all we got, cause it's how we was taught 

And it only takes a second just to blow up the spot 

I'm a be-boy, I'm the real McCoy 

I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy 

We keep it lit like weed, indeed the rare breed 

They barely did enough of us for their needs 

Our fans, some r&b, most hip-hop and rave 

I'm dark-skinned, baby, and I get you sun-bathed 

Once the track's laid that Jissm made 

I become a slave to the beat, don't know how to behave 

We kept it true, what else did you expect us to do? 

Now I'm beggin you to come and spin a record or two 

I'm on the prowl in the here and now I'll be cold 

To you so-called MC's who want to get bold 

You'll be showed in the worst ways 

I'm seasoned for battle cause of Project Blowed Thursdays 

I'm a wordsmith, now that we've settled into two thou 

(Two thou) we gotta represent somehow (somehow) 

It's talent in the ghetto that we'll have to employ 

With melanin in em they'll seek to destroy 

I'm a rudeboy, I'm the real mccoy 

I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy 

You want to make noise, make noise 

Aceyalone (& Abstract Rude) 

be boys make some noise (b-boys) 

be girls make some noise 

(It's workin) 

Work it out 

Work it out 

(It's workin) 

Like that 

Cause we was at the party when the jam was live 

And it really wasn't poppin' until we arrived 

We was hangin' out at the club before we can drive 

With big afros like the Jackson Five 

Comin' out the house late, makin' it home safe 

b-boys in the place, just had to show my face 

Soon after that I discovered my instrument 

As soon as I picked her up we got intimate 

Big up to my homeboys who know this tune 

Microphone Mike and my man T-Spoon (Heavyweight) 

Aceyalone just stepped in the room 

Now we know the flavor's in here the party resumes 

Cause I'm a be -boy, I'm the real McCoy 

I'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy 

I'm a b-boy 

Respect to the fallen soldiers in hip-hop 

And all the fallen soldiers across the world in the struggle 

Alright 

Easy