Chief Rocka - Lords Of The Underground

Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka

Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka

Boom shaka laka, yo, here comes the Chief Rocka

Rock it down, so jump up off the tip you’re not my nucca

For sharper type to battle make the people say «Ooh ahh»

Think I won’t curse, I’ll break down and say puta

?Hey, madrigon, sesa me bichafi mi chocha?

Say what I want because, I’m that type of guy

Now fam-a-lam, I’ll be damned, slam jams the weak

Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?

Now hold it let me choose, couldn’t be the booze

No it’s the shoes (the shoes?) It’s gotta be the shoes!

'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock

So I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock

To tell you the truth, when on the mic

I’ll say anything that sounds good

Like «Drum pan, a drum pan sound over some uuuuh»

The Cat in the Hat and the mouse ran up the stairs

«That doesn’t make no sense!»

C’mon who cares?

See even without the gift there’s yours so don’t be tryin' to knock me

I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funky

Some MC’s wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands

But they don’t understand

I’m the motherfuckin man

I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down

Smack a group of them around

Let them know who wears the crown

Who’s-the-tip-of-the-top, the-cream-of-the-crop, the-best-under-the-sun

I’m the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funkee

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka​

Well umm, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the fragrance, the funk

Whew, and it’s smellin' up the hip-hop

A little bit of this, a little bit of that

Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap

I’m the, Chief Rocka so I guess I am in charge

I freak it with a twist so you’ll boom it in your cars

I’m the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I.

Joe

I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough

See, if I was an Indian I’d still be the chief

The only other difference—I'd smoke weed in a leaf

To the hip, the hop, to the hibby, to the hibbidy

Hip-hop, oh no, I don’t wanna go pop

I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues

R&B, ya see, all that’s cool

But, hip-hop and rap, yeah, that’s where my heart’s at

Even back when, I used to break on a box

Backspins for backspin, even while I’m rappin'

Before I had a record, I always kept 'em clappin'

Freestylin' on the block, now I Chief Rock

I always entertain, by diggin' in my crux

My brain, so if it’s gonna rain let it rain

I spook you with the hit

Make you Jump like House of Pain

Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump

And remember, remember, Chief Rock I won’t front

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka

Ay Mr. Funkee

Whassup?

Can I get assistance?

For what?

For what?

Yo Jazz, flex a cut

Well back is the backer, I’m chillin' with my nucca

And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like

what goes up, must come down

But not me clown

I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I’m pumpin'

So jump in, and watch your ears start hummin'

Through the block, and don’t forget to boom shak, shak-a-lak

Well damn DoItAll can I rock?

I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin'

The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin'

But they don’t understand how I feel about the funk

I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk

I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk

I live for the funk, I’ll die for the funk

So now what do they say, when I’m walkin' up the block?

Boom-shaka-laka there goes the Chief Rocka