Crazy Town - B-boy 2000 Lyrics
(seth binzer, bret mazur, doug miller, rust epique, a. volli, krs-one, bernard williams)This is the last tripThis is the last tripCxt krs-oneBoogie downCrazy town.Chorus:Im a bad as b-boy two triple oA space age hip-hop superhero.I rock the block with glocks and brass knucklesA pocket full of weed and a b-boy belt buckleSpace age rageTo rattle your cageRunning amok as we ***** up the stageTaking hip-hop to a whole new level8-0-8 bass over twisted metalShifty, the rebel.SupernaturalA mac with a pullAct a fool excaliburDestroying m.cs with my vocal algebraWe got something new for you, for you to take your ass and move itHit to lose itIts that crazy crewTalking you on a hide to the other sideCheck itBar codes on freaksProgrammed to freak modeBlack holes of lost soulsLet the story be toldI rock a b-boys stanceCuz its time to explode.ChorusIf you ever want to know what time it is, compared to what time it isntWhen you hear krs in the house just runs and get our ticketBecause when you come into this jam, the party will be kickinAll the wic wacs and djs in the house jealous it get so sickeninNow cxt are some cool guysStill getting paid without no tiesAt least no jack and I cant hack it when you gonna ask the question whyI never liked working at mickey dsAll my life I got bs and csDown with the crew called bdpShifty, and e.p.i.cNow when you be?ChorusPut you mind over matter gather round the soundYeah gather round the soundIt dont get better, gather round the soundCome on. gather round the sound.ChrousI roll at light speed throughSpace and time with a boom box of beats and a book of rhymesCosmo kineticI just dont get itThese fools want to rockBut their rhymes are patheticThe epic, digital bliss.The mega sound consists of a hard drive bitsWritten under groundCrazy town rock so hard, youll go berserk with the sound that travels around the universeIll thoughts disperse were the first and lastHigh class, white trashRolling a classic hover craftIn strong days the wickedest waysBecause the norm but its far from the normWhen we perform check itB-boys make some noiseGet connectedRespect it, you should expect the unexpectedB-girl reping at the front of the show. Im a bad ass b-boy two triple o.ChorusDope thoughts come when I hear a kick drum a bass beat transformsThe level of the street and the lyricsBoulevard statusYo, Im the baddest beach front punksThey insist Im the raddest thing to hit ever since l.c.dHallucinate while I dominateI bring satan to tableWhen I rock, there is not a label for itCritics adore itHomicidal as it gets your wrist slitWhen I make suicidal imprints on your brainI induce pain, so Im insaneHell bent burnt you like acid rainExtraordinarily, I lyricize specializeIn body rocking rapping and macking two tripleO, I come to get down with my cliqueCrazy town we came to get downYes, yes yall we come to get down.Chorus:Put you mind over matterGather round the sound yeah gather round the soundIt dont get better gather round the sound come on, gather round the soundPut your mind over matterGather round the sound yeah gather round the soundIt dont get better gather round the sound come on gather round the sound.Cxt this the last trip.. this is the last trip.
