Aceyalone - B-Boy Real McCoy (feat. Abstract Rude) Lyrics
f/ Abstract Rude[ Aceyalone ]YeahAh, this one's out of respectTo you and yoursAhI'm a b-boy, I'm the real McCoyI'm chocolate all over like an Almond JoyWhat's up party people in the place to beGather round for a minute and check the MCI really don't know what you expectin from meBut I was born and raised to rock over the beatSee, me and my homies got some tight-ass rapsIt is time we put the hometeam back on the mapAll you radio stations play a whole lotta crapIt's like I'm hungry at the table and you feedin me scrapSo this one's for the people who can ride the waveAnd go into the battle and come out unscathedSee, my only regret is that I probably never gaveEnough back to hip-hop for the life it savedSo ride along with us as we lick this shotFor anybody who put it down, we never forgotSee, we give it all we got, cause it's how we was taughtAnd it only takes a second just to blow up the spotI'm a b-boy, I'm the real McCoyI'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy (5X)[ Abstract Rude ]We keep it lit like weed, indeed the rare breedThey barely did enough of us for their needsOur fans, some r&b, most hip-hop and raveI'm dark-skinned, baby, and I get you sun-bathedOnce the track's laid that Jissm madeI become a slave to the beat, don't know how to behaveWe kept it true, what else did you expect us to do?Now I'm beggin you to come and spin a record or twoI'm on the prowl in the here and now I'll be coldTo you so-called MC's who wanna get boldYou'll be showed in the worst waysI'm seasoned for battle cause of Project Blowed ThursdaysI'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 employWith melanin in em they'll seek to destroyI'm a rudeboy, I'm the real mccoyI'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy (5X)[ both ]You wanna make noise, make noise[ Aceyalone (& Abstract Rude) ]B-boys make some noise (b-boys)B-girls make some noise(It's workin)Work it outWork it out(It's workin)Like that[ Aceyalone ]Cause we was at the party when the jam was liveAnd it really wasn't poppin until we arrivedWe was hangin out at the club before we can driveWith big afros like the Jackson FiveComin out the house late, makin it home safeB-boys in the place, just had to show my faceSoon after that I discovered my instrumentAs soon as I picked her up we got intimateBig up to my homeboys who know this tuneMicrophone Mike and my man T-Spoon (Heavyweight)Aceyalone just stepped in the roomNow we know the flavor's in here the party resumesCause I'm a b-boy, I'm the real McCoyI'm chocolate all over like an Almond Joy (2X)I'm a b-boy...Respect to the fallen soldiers in hip-hopAnd all the fallen soldiers across the world in the struggleAlrightEasy
