Ain't it funny that the way you feel, shows on your face And no matter, how you try to hide it'll state your case Now a frown will bring your sprits down
' solid blows Start prayin', your sisters I'm layin' I'm Hen-Gee, a Spinmaster, hear what I'm sayin'? Party on the dance floor Party on the dance floor Party on
Come out with your hands on your head Turn the rap music off and step away from the stereo Put the rap album down Leave MC Hammer alone, turn it off Right
I got the speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Speakers going hammer (Bammer Bammer Bammer) Verse 1 Speakers going hammer, (hammer
good in the caravan I clap up your hood like the hammer man Bring your gat, better bust it if you get that close Scared to clap better strap your folks (Strap your
put him on your hit list Sauce Money, fat nigga rip shit Heard him on a clue? Tape loved the way he kicked it All of a sudden mad labels on his dick
who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster than you could hear it Don't ask me who writes my lyrics I'll spit up in your face much faster
foolin your mates I don't care if you rule in your gates cuz ill smash a tool in your face and sound boy your small in this race your just a beginner
we'd defined never mind dirty money balln' on anotha planet if i bought anotha coupe yu niggas cudn't stand it MC hammer in da flesh 3-57 baby girl a
twist the caps, enemies I devour Yo, it's only a dream 16 battin' Beamers and Benz's Lying penance with diamonds ill as lacin' in a face With avenganceshaving blocks on
on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the world go by and my thought connect I think about the time past and the time to come Reminesce on
as my radio played tapes And this went on before all of them pay dates We was backflippin and windmillin to save face I hope before you lay on your back, you sayin your
, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws Everybody got a part to play, back to yours Run up in your crib now, crack your doors
your face like that kid from Detroit really yo you'd better ask MC Hammer 'bout this bad mama jama tall kid with the hoopa hypa lipta-gramma watch out yo it's time for MC
Early in the morning, Could barely feel my face, Cuttin that raw raw hammer on my waist, My baby mammas stressin, im like fuck out of my face, feds on
hate ya 'Cause youse a freak by nature, can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit' no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your
to the Becon, now your dumb ass is leakin' C.L. and Run DMC so rush it Big time way before Hammer got to touch it Remember the faces in all types of
like the mob I'm on my job, yo Brooklyn New York street heart throb Knock you out till your fucking face blob Adolf the Assassinator - yo kid we hard Yo smack you on
