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Mister Cee [intro]:
I Be the Cruddy One That They Call the Dj Mister Cee,
With the Whole Wolf Pack in the Place to Be.
Better Known As the Chocolate City.
So Scoob Lover, Huh, Are Ya With Me...?
{scoob Lover:}
Yo, I Break Punks Up Like a Fight. Give Me the Mic, I'm Hype.
(Damn Kid, You're Starvin' For Life)
Cuz People Be Tellin' Me, Brothers Be Gellin' Me,
Tryin' to Get Fame From My Name But They Chumps and They Butt-soft.
They Know I'm Wilder Than a Dog With Hot Sauce.
A Mic, a Stage, a Crowd, and I Won't Stop:
I Set It Off and Get Live Like An Alarm Clock.
People Thought Scoob and Scrap Was Just a Nickname;
Now That We Rap, We Sell More Records Than Cocaine.
Awww, Shucks, Now I'm Back From the Down-low,
Here Comes Scoob With the Currrr-ly Afro.
No Chemical Reaction, no Need For Askin', Pure Satisfaction,
My Last Name's Jackson.
You Slip Up, I Get Ill -- My Boot to Your Grill,
My Nine Kills, I'm Big Scoob From Brownsville.
The World's Greatest Lover, the Chaaaaa-clate Brother...
Chorus:
Who's the Committee? (Chocolate City!) 3x
Scrap Lover Are Ya With Me?
{scrap Lover:}
Yo, I Drop Science Kinda Like a Pigeon;
Over Rough Tracks I Tax Any Midget With a Small Digit.
Smooth and Mild But Complicated,
I Put the Crowd to To Smashed Like a Driver That's Intoxicated.
Rappers Write Rhymes, and Talk About Guns and Jail,
But Wouldn't Squeeze a Lemon in a Cocktail.
Don't Say huh? Or what?, and Don't Ask Who,
Cuz If You Hear Me, I Must Be Talkin' to You.
You Probably Thought I Couldn't Steal It, Cuz I Was a Dancer,
I Didn't Have a Chance, But Ya'll Can Kill It.
You Gotta Be Off Your Rocker,
I'm Lettin' Suckers Know That Scrap Got More Soul Than Foot Locker.
And If You Heard I Got Skills, Believe It's True;
Suggest For Pete Rock, For Reminiscin' Over You.
It's Not a Threat, It's a Bet, Cuz Hey,
The Last Sucker Who Tried Woulda Been 25 Today.
Chorus 3x
Big Daddy Are Ya With Me?
{big Daddy Kane:}
Yo-yo-yo-yo, Look Out, Get Out the Way!
Here Comes the K the a the N the e -- Huh, Ya Better Flee.
Cuz I Don't Need no Hoodie to Be Hard, Shoot:
I'll Kill a Nigga in a Three-piece Suit.
I Don't Be Havin' It So the Rear I'll Attack,
A Size-15 to the Buttocks, A-matter-fact.
A Hard-core Blow to the Face I'll Provide,
To Give You a Crooked Eye, Just Like St. Ides.
Leave You Home and You Must Be Screamin' and Yellin';
Not Een Kool Moe Dee Shades Can Hide Your Swellin'.
I Bring It Rough, Tough;
I Said That I Was Browner Than Bobby, So You Know That It's Good Enough.
I'm Untouchable to Rappers My Size.
You Dreamed of Beatin' Me, You Better Wake Up An Apologize.
Some Claim to Be a Daddy Or Poppa,
But With Me, You'd Have no Ranks If Your Name Was Shabba.
Chorus 3x
Now You Know You'd Too Like to Be With It...
{li'l Daddy Shane:}
Shane, I Cause Pain, I Make It Rain.
I'm Wearin' and Tearin' Down to the Last Grain.
Ha, I'm Not a Chocolate Brother, But I Dont' Mourn,
Cuz I Swear This Vanilla Kid Got It Goin' On.
So Don't Even Step to Me If You're Worth Nothin',
Because I Just Might Hurt Somethin'.
My Competition Thinks Twice, Cuz Yo, For a Young Nigga, I'm Kinda Nice...
{laree Williams:} [singing]
Ooooooooooooohhhh! Chocolate City Are Ya With Meeeee?!
Scoob and Scrap and Mister Cee! Kane and Shane and Laaaarrrrreeeeeee!
Kaaaaaane....would Your Black Ass Sing It For Mee-heee?!
(Kane: Ohhh, Ho, Shit Yeahhhh!) [laughter]
Mister Cee [intro]:
Yo la persona Cruddy que ellos llaman el señor Dj Cee,
Con el Todo manada de lobos en el lugar para estar.
Mejor conocido como la ciudad del chocolate.
Por lo tanto amante Scoob, Huh, Ya están conmigo ...?
{Scoob Lover:}
Yo, yo rompo Punks para arriba como una pelea. Give Me the Mic, estoy Hype.
(Kid Maldita sea, estás Starvin 'de por vida)
La gente Cuz ser Tellin 'Yo, hermanos Sea Gellin' Me,
Tratando de conseguir fama de mi nombre pero Chumps y ellos a tope blando.
Ellos saben que soy más salvaje que un perro con la salsa caliente.
Un micrófono, un escenario, una multitud, y no voy a dejar:
I Set It Off y obtener en vivo como un reloj despertador.
La gente pensaba Scoob y chatarra fue un apodo;
Now That Rap, Vendemos más discos que la cocaína.
Awww, Caray, ahora estoy de vuelta desde el Down-bajo,
Aquí viene Scoob Con la Currrr Afro-mente.
Sin reacción química, sin necesidad de Askin, pura satisfacción,
Mi apellido Jackson.
Metes la pata, me enfermo - la bota de su parrilla,
Mi mata a nueve personas, estoy Scoob grande de Brownsville.
Más grande del mundo amante, el hermano Chaaaaa-clate ...
Coro:
¿Quién es el Comité? (Ciudad de chocolate!) 3x
Amante de la chatarra Ya estás conmigo?
{Chatarra amante:
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Fun
Chocolate City
Chocolate City
Mister Cee [intro]:
I Be the Cruddy One That They Call the Dj Mister Cee,
With the Whole Wolf Pack in the Place to Be.
Better Known As the Chocolate City.
So Scoob Lover, Huh, Are Ya With Me...?
{scoob Lover:}
Yo, I Break Punks Up Like a Fight. Give Me the Mic, I'm Hype.
(Damn Kid, You're Starvin' For Life)
Cuz People Be Tellin' Me, Brothers Be Gellin' Me,
Tryin' to Get Fame From My Name But They Chumps and They Butt-soft.
They Know I'm Wilder Than a Dog With Hot Sauce.
A Mic, a Stage, a Crowd, and I Won't Stop:
I Set It Off and Get Live Like An Alarm Clock.
People Thought Scoob and Scrap Was Just a Nickname;
Now That We Rap, We Sell More Records Than Cocaine.
Awww, Shucks, Now I'm Back From the Down-low,
Here Comes Scoob With the Currrr-ly Afro.
No Chemical Reaction, no Need For Askin', Pure Satisfaction,
My Last Name's Jackson.
You Slip Up, I Get Ill -- My Boot to Your Grill,
My Nine Kills, I'm Big Scoob From Brownsville.
The World's Greatest Lover, the Chaaaaa-clate Brother...
Chorus:
Who's the Committee? (Chocolate City!) 3x
Scrap Lover Are Ya With Me?
{scrap Lover:}
Yo, I Drop Science Kinda Like a Pigeon;
Over Rough Tracks I Tax Any Midget With a Small Digit.
Smooth and Mild But Complicated,
I Put the Crowd to To Smashed Like a Driver That's Intoxicated.
Rappers Write Rhymes, and Talk About Guns and Jail,
But Wouldn't Squeeze a Lemon in a Cocktail.
Don't Say huh? Or what?, and Don't Ask Who,
Cuz If You Hear Me, I Must Be Talkin' to You.
You Probably Thought I Couldn't Steal It, Cuz I Was a Dancer,
I Didn't Have a Chance, But Ya'll Can Kill It.
You Gotta Be Off Your Rocker,
I'm Lettin' Suckers Know That Scrap Got More Soul Than Foot Locker.
And If You Heard I Got Skills, Believe It's True;
Suggest For Pete Rock, For Reminiscin' Over You.
It's Not a Threat, It's a Bet, Cuz Hey,
The Last Sucker Who Tried Woulda Been 25 Today.
Chorus 3x
Big Daddy Are Ya With Me?
{big Daddy Kane:}
Yo-yo-yo-yo, Look Out, Get Out the Way!
Here Comes the K the a the N the e -- Huh, Ya Better Flee.
Cuz I Don't Need no Hoodie to Be Hard, Shoot:
I'll Kill a Nigga in a Three-piece Suit.
I Don't Be Havin' It So the Rear I'll Attack,
A Size-15 to the Buttocks, A-matter-fact.
A Hard-core Blow to the Face I'll Provide,
To Give You a Crooked Eye, Just Like St. Ides.
Leave You Home and You Must Be Screamin' and Yellin';
Not Een Kool Moe Dee Shades Can Hide Your Swellin'.
I Bring It Rough, Tough;
I Said That I Was Browner Than Bobby, So You Know That It's Good Enough.
I'm Untouchable to Rappers My Size.
You Dreamed of Beatin' Me, You Better Wake Up An Apologize.
Some Claim to Be a Daddy Or Poppa,
But With Me, You'd Have no Ranks If Your Name Was Shabba.
Chorus 3x
Now You Know You'd Too Like to Be With It...
{li'l Daddy Shane:}
Shane, I Cause Pain, I Make It Rain.
I'm Wearin' and Tearin' Down to the Last Grain.
Ha, I'm Not a Chocolate Brother, But I Dont' Mourn,
Cuz I Swear This Vanilla Kid Got It Goin' On.
So Don't Even Step to Me If You're Worth Nothin',
Because I Just Might Hurt Somethin'.
My Competition Thinks Twice, Cuz Yo, For a Young Nigga, I'm Kinda Nice...
{laree Williams:} [singing]
Ooooooooooooohhhh! Chocolate City Are Ya With Meeeee?!
Scoob and Scrap and Mister Cee! Kane and Shane and Laaaarrrrreeeeeee!
Kaaaaaane....would Your Black Ass Sing It For Mee-heee?!
(Kane: Ohhh, Ho, Shit Yeahhhh!) [laughter]
Fun
Chocolate City
Chocolate City
Mister Cee [intro]:
Yo la persona Cruddy que ellos llaman el señor Dj Cee,
Con el Todo manada de lobos en el lugar para estar.
Mejor conocido como la ciudad del chocolate.
Por lo tanto amante Scoob, Huh, Ya están conmigo ...?
{Scoob Lover:}
Yo, yo rompo Punks para arriba como una pelea. Give Me the Mic, estoy Hype.
(Kid Maldita sea, estás Starvin 'de por vida)
La gente Cuz ser Tellin 'Yo, hermanos Sea Gellin' Me,
Tratando de conseguir fama de mi nombre pero Chumps y ellos a tope blando.
Ellos saben que soy más salvaje que un perro con la salsa caliente.
Un micrófono, un escenario, una multitud, y no voy a dejar:
I Set It Off y obtener en vivo como un reloj despertador.
La gente pensaba Scoob y chatarra fue un apodo;
Now That Rap, Vendemos más discos que la cocaína.
Awww, Caray, ahora estoy de vuelta desde el Down-bajo,
Aquí viene Scoob Con la Currrr Afro-mente.
Sin reacción química, sin necesidad de Askin, pura satisfacción,
Mi apellido Jackson.
Metes la pata, me enfermo - la bota de su parrilla,
Mi mata a nueve personas, estoy Scoob grande de Brownsville.
Más grande del mundo amante, el hermano Chaaaaa-clate ...
Coro:
¿Quién es el Comité? (Ciudad de chocolate!) 3x
Amante de la chatarra Ya estás conmigo?
{Chatarra amante:
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
