Doug E. Fresh - I-Ight Lyrics
[Doug E. Fresh]Work it out, work it out, work it outCheck this out yo, huh!Up and down.. c'mon[Chorus]AiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiYO! I-IGHT?! (repeat 4X)[Doug E. Fresh]Yo remix by my man Allstar, check this outB-b-b-bounce money bounce, only one things counts, huh{*music*} And I'm here to announceThe flex, the X when the wood is erectAnd to the Mecca Audio crew, nuff respectAnd to the one-one-two, nuff respectIt's time to put, the bugger umm business in checkCause when I flex for the sex and expect who's nextI see the booty, be bouncin at the discotechI like to know what I got and where I'm at is all thatY'knowhatI'msayin? (Why must I, chase the cat?)Because it's nice and.. fatSo whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!)So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!)So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!)So whatchu want money? (Pump it up ha!)Say what? (Pump pump pump pump me up!) C'mon- 1/2[Doug E. - over chorus]Uhh, I see Brooklyn tryin to get into the joint here too nowHuh, y'know, yoI call her S-E-X-ee, because she sex meAnd there's nobody that can disconnect meDisrespect me, or try to test meIf he do, you know the boy's throughBecause it is a ruleI don't get played or made into a foolIt's boom bye bye with the hands, the toolsor the burner, you got to learn alesson, like Ike, taught Tina - (turn away) Because I'm free with the style so I'm here to stayThe last survivor, hip-hop McGyverTV show I can't come no liverwith a tick and the kick of the party reviverAnd the {*beatboxes*}I forgot about the {*beatbox*} here and the {*beatbox*} here{*beatboxes*} Throw a hand in the air, c'mon![Chorus][Doug E. - over chorus]UhhI see Uptown is in here tonightEast coast West coastRepresent.. kick it!{*sample: "my mouth is for the record and my voice is for the beat.. for the beat, Doug E. Fresh will make ya move your feet"*}"You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you mother*****ers"I-IGHT?!"You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you mother*****ers"I-IGHT?!"You don't understand.. I ain't scared of you mother*****ers"I-IGHT?!"You don't understand.."[Doug E. Fresh]You knowSome people say that they real but they're as fake as a cartoonThe only thing they pop was either gum or a balloonThey jump on fads like it's a wanted rap adHardcore is hittin so now I gotta act badBut you was just, happy when I seen you in the streetBut now you're a killer, and you can't be beatYou used to dance at the parties now you can't move your feetBecause you're scared, that people might say you're weakAnd it ain't nuttin worse than a real fake brotherYes it is, WHAT? A real fake suckaAnd if this fits you money, then take your pictureand put it in the frame with your name and your shameCause your whole style, is nothin but mad gameYou can call me old school, but I'm no foolCause back then, at least we had a hip-hop ruleAnd the rule was you got to be originalBut in ninety-three it seems originalityis on the verge of becoming extinct to meAnd some of you rappers just stink to meAnd none of y'all really seem to think to meabout respect, or no type of dignityAnd gettin pimped like a ho by the industry, so..[Chorus][Doug E. - over chorus]Uhh..Say what?C'mon, pump it up, yeahNow now now now watch this..[Doug E. Fresh]To the Uptown crew, nuff respectTo my man Shock Dog (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!)To the Uptown crew, nuff respectTo my man Barry B (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!)To the Uptown crew, nuff respectFunkmaster Flex (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!)To the Uptown crew, nuff respectHey, K-Superior (I-IGHT, I-IGHT!)
