| Song | Return Of The B-Boy |
| Artist | The Pharcyde |
| Album | Bizarre Ride II |
| 作曲 : Tré Hardson/R. Robinson/John Martinez/Emandu Wilcox/Derrick Stewart | |
| Yo yo yo yo, is eighty-seven in the house? | |
| HELL YEAH! | |
| Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master) | |
| HELL YEAH! | |
| So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house) | |
| So everybody get on up | |
| and turn this mutha out! | |
| Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor | |
| of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all | |
| I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two | |
| cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear | |
| for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin | |
| Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark | |
| If you can't slide then stay out the park | |
| and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark | |
| Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's | |
| just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip | |
| Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it | |
| Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang | |
| It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop) | |
| The debonair MC, in the place to be | |
| Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies | |
| Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long | |
| So the party won't stop until the break of dawn | |
| It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all | |
| When I play b-boy don't miss y'all | |
| Some people wear all that Fila gear | |
| Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere | |
| Say hoooo! HOOOOOO! | |
| Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| and wave em like you just don't care | |
| If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear | |
| Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH! | |
| OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop | |
| Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop | |
| Back and forth, forth and back | |
| I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack | |
| Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?) | |
| Eyes are red, you know that I can get down | |
| When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life | |
| because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight | |
| Yeah, yeah, uh-huh! | |
| West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire | |
| We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn | |
| Burn motherfucker, burn!! | |
| Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say | |
| That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A. | |
| Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old | |
| And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed | |
| I step in the party and I bust my move | |
| Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove | |
| Sucker MC try to call my bluff | |
| You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all | |
| Please please y'all, please please check it out | |
| y'all, yeah yeah y'all | |
| Yeah, please, please check it out | |
| So stomp your feet, and clap your hand | |
| While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand | |
| On the turntable, one and two | |
| We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you | |
| Like this... | |
| Like this... | |
| Like this... | |
| Do that shit, do that shit, do it! | |
| All my rhymes are hard as HELL | |
| I am the one and I PREVAIL | |
| You will SAIL, you will FAIL | |
| I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what? | |
| Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all | |
| y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out | |
| Check it out check it out check it out y'all | |
| Check it out check it out check it out y'all | |
| Party over here! Party over there! | |
| Party right here! Party right there! | |
| Party over there! There's a party in the trunk |
| zuò qǔ : Tré Hardson R. Robinson John Martinez Emandu Wilcox Derrick Stewart | |
| Yo yo yo yo, is eightyseven in the house? | |
| HELL YEAH! | |
| Is eighty eight in the house? It' s the master, the master | |
| HELL YEAH! | |
| So everybody' s in the house? Pharcyde' s in the house | |
| So everybody get on up | |
| and turn this mutha out! | |
| Ah yes yes y' all, I got the fever for the flavor | |
| of a beat y' all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y' all | |
| I moo moo like a cow honeychild, or, ooh, ah one two | |
| cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear | |
| for a second, cause I' m wreckin eardrums cold BlackNDeckin | |
| Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark | |
| If you can' t slide then stay out the park | |
| and my preachers don' t know ya then hop off the ark | |
| Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that' s | |
| just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip | |
| Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it | |
| Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang | |
| It ain' t no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! You don' t stop | |
| The debonair MC, in the place to be | |
| Came to rock the bboys and the young ladies | |
| Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long | |
| So the party won' t stop until the break of dawn | |
| It' s like that y' all, it' s like this y' all | |
| When I play bboy don' t miss y' all | |
| Some people wear all that Fila gear | |
| Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere | |
| Say hoooo! HOOOOOO! | |
| Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don' t stop | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| and wave em like you just don' t care | |
| If you' re sparkin blunts with clean underwear | |
| Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH! | |
| OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don' t stop | |
| Yo, cause back in eightynine I was doin the wop | |
| Back and forth, forth and back | |
| I' m from the streets now I' m a straight mack | |
| Skin is black what? Hair is brown what? | |
| Eyes are red, you know that I can get down | |
| When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life | |
| because I' m fresh, and I' m def tonight | |
| Yeah, yeah, uhhuh! | |
| West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire | |
| We don' t need no water let the motherfucker burn | |
| Burn motherfucker, burn!! | |
| Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I' d like to say | |
| That I' m a super def rapper comin straight from L. A. | |
| Fly tan brown skin before you' re three years old | |
| And all the ladies love me cause I' m pigeontoed | |
| I step in the party and I bust my move | |
| Cold rock the mic with the hiphop groove | |
| Sucker MC try to call my bluff | |
| You better beware, cause I' m just too tough y' all | |
| Please please y' all, please please check it out | |
| y' all, yeah yeah y' all | |
| Yeah, please, please check it out | |
| So stomp your feet, and clap your hand | |
| While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand | |
| On the turntable, one and two | |
| We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you | |
| Like this... | |
| Like this... | |
| Like this... | |
| Do that shit, do that shit, do it! | |
| All my rhymes are hard as HELL | |
| I am the one and I PREVAIL | |
| You will SAIL, you will FAIL | |
| I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what? | |
| Please please, what, please please check it out, y' all | |
| y' all y' all please y' all y' all, please check it out | |
| Check it out check it out check it out y' all | |
| Check it out check it out check it out y' all | |
| Party over here! Party over there! | |
| Party right here! Party right there! | |
| Party over there! There' s a party in the trunk |