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Jockin' My Style Lyrics - Singles - Craig Mack

Here comes a rhyme in your ear 

Craig Mack is here, so have no fear 

My rhymes push the hack to the rear 

I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer, now it's clear 

 

Rhymes flow to the break of dawn 

Exploring MC's I get silly on, like Ponce De Leon 

Yet, don't forget, my style is a banger 

MC's I deposit in the closet on a hanger 

 

Mack, chop your rhymes like I chop, shop, chop a ACC 

Startin' with the bones in your back 

Whenever I attack, it's like a blow from a axe 

Sweet like sugar that be on Sugar Smacks 

 

Facts is Mr. or Mrs. 

Can't another rapper see me when it's time for gettin' biz? 

And the moral of the story as you will see 

Is that from now on, the greatest rapper is me 

 

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MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy 

You're jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style 

You know you can't touch the flav 

 

MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style boy 

You're jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style 

Craig Mack has the phat funk flav 

 

Now I'm sayin, rock funk to the Himalayan 

No more delaying, MC's, you decaying, I'm staying 

'Cause now I'm out my cage 

And what I do for rap is gonna make front page 

 

Remember, back in the days I was just a tyke 

I do a rhyme while I do a wheelie riding bike 

But now I'm the man with the mic in my hand 

Starving MC's like them kids from Siam 

 

Breaker, breaker, it's the funk rhyme shaker 

Super duper, superb, slamming like a Laker 

Swimmin' on MC's like moray eels with mass appeal 

Your rhymes are jokes, like Dangerfield's 

 

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Boy, I'll tell ya, ain't no liver on this continent 

I'm dope and you the opposite, the man when I be dropping shit 

Raw, I give MC's a headache 

Hit your ass so hard and kill your man by mistake 

 

Youse a fake ladies and real niggaz know 

Non-stop rockin' til it's time to go, so bust the flow 

I'm a be a round for a while 

MC's, stop jockin' my style 

 

MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy 

You're jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style 

You know you can't touch the flav 

 

MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style boy 

You're jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style 

Craig Mack has the phat funk flav 

 

Now everybody put your hands in the air 

Wave them shits like you just don't care, aiyyo 

You could have a dollar or be a millionaire 

Sometimes I think that Mack should be mayor 

 

Now me, myself and I, we three bad motherfuckers 

Here to eliminate suckers 

I came to rock a party, are you ready? 

Get your Aunt Millie's out, I eat MC's like spaghetti 

 

Rap machete, I'll cut your ass like a sword 

Into buying rhymes, these rhymes you can't afford 

I shine like jewelry, ain't nobody schoolin' me 

I battle anybody just point to who the fool be 

 

'Cause you and me, we ain't the same type of breed 

I grab the mic and give the crowd what they need, and proceed 

To rock the mic since a child 

Get off my tip and stop jocking my style 

 

MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style, boy 

You're jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style 

You know you can't touch the flav 

 

MC's, you're jockin' my style, you're jockin' my style boy 

You're jockin' my style, MC's, stop jockin' my style 

Craig Mack has the phat funk flav 

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