Lil' Flex, Z-Ro, Big Mello Know what I'm saying, you boys can't stop us man Unstopable, feel me, yeah They got to feel us till they kill us, this for
M-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch the whip is
You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my
pay me enough for you to play me It's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo I got screws
(Intro/Chorus: Wyclef Jean) Delivered straight from the temple Hip-hop ya don't stop One o' clock, two o' clock, three o' clock, ROCK!! (Lauryn Hill
seen do it Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that power The clock
[Intro:] You see, what-what sounds to you like a big load of trashy, old noise Is in fact the brilliant music of a genius, myself That music is so powerful
for the rhymes I say Beats flow from Joe and never stop Better get yourself together let's rock, HIT IT RUN! [beatboxing] [D.M.C.] You, jump, watch you clock
with me Take you where the gangstas play Often heard but seldom seen Thats the way that its supposed to be When you do see me Mobbin wit a gangsta lean Got a piece
this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas. Some say it's bad Karma, what you do, Man it come back on ya Music gotta support them crack corners Now
'm fighting for it, custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me As I look down at my diamond encrusted piece Thinkin' no one man should have all that power The clock
room and sees me And she says, ?Is this 'Behind the Music' With Lynyrd Skynyrd?" And I say, "I don't know, say, it's gettin' late What cha wanna do for
wanna go and get loud I'll make the hot get hotter when I start to rap And my reward for goin' off is to hear people clap I'm a monster for music, and
t pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock with shady my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo i got
nights are hot It is a house of funk Females and males Both headed all for the disco The DJ plays your favorite blasts Takes you back to the past, music
, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run You, jump, watch your clock, while I rock your spot I'm better known to the world as the king of rock I like to speak my piece
-I-Yayo I'm gettin' cake hoe If you don't love Cash Money you can stay broke Fifty on the chain twenty for the piece A grand for the bitch the whip is
my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me Got a table for two in the rear 'Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin' in the air Music