Return Of The B-boy Lyrics - Pharcyde

Yo yo yo yo, is eighty seven in the house? Hell yeah 

Is eighty eight in the house? Hell yeah 

So, everybody get on up, everybody get on up 

Ah, yes, yes, y'all, I got the fever for the flavor 

Of a beat y'all, I stand tall, gets raw like beef y'all 

I moo moo like a cow honey-child or ooh, ah, one, two 

'Cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear for a second 

'Cause I'm wreckin' eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin' 

Hold on the horse 'cause the force is like dark 

If you can't slide then stay out the park 

And my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark 

Are you hip? Do you need another tip 

'Cause that's just like a talk light in the ass crack tip 

Jump on it, shake your shit if you want it 

Show no shame, hey Malik, goddamn get your arrow 

And hang, it ain't no thang to jam on it, jam on it, you don't stop 

The debonair MC in the place to be 

Came to rock the B-Boys and the young ladies 

Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long 

So the party won't stop until the break of dawn 

It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all 

When I play B-Boy, don't miss y'all 

Some people wear all that Fila gear 

Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere 

Say ho, ho, yeah and you don't stop, throw your hands 

In the air and wave 'em like you just don't care 

If you're sparkin' blunts with clean underwear 

Somebody say, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah 

And ya don't stop, yo 'cause back in eighty-nine 

I was doin' the wop, back and forth, forth and back 

I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack 

Skin is black, what? Hair is brown, what? 

Eyes are red, you know that I can get down 

When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life 

Because I'm fresh and I'm def tonight 

Yeah, yeah, West Coast, West Coast, West Coast 

Is on fire, we don't need no water 

Let the motherfucker burn, burn motherfucker, burn 

Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say 

That I'm a super def rapper comin' straight from L.A. 

Fly tan, brown skin before you're three years old 

And all the ladies love me 'cause I'm pigeon-toed 

I step in the party and I bust my move, cold rock the mic 

With the hip-hop groove, sucker MC try to call my bluff 

You better beware 'cause I'm just too tough y'all, please 

Please, y'all, please, please, check it out, y'all, yeah 

Please, y'all, yeah, please, please, check it out 

So stomp your feet and clap your hand while the DJ is spinnin' 

On the DJ stand, on the turntable, one and two 

We got the grand incredible cuttin' just for you 

Like this, like this, like this, do that shit, do that shit, do it 

All my rhymes are hard as hell, I am the one and I prevail 

You will sail, you will fail, I am the doctor, oh yeah