Charlie Marotta - Back To The Rap lyrics

[PMD] So let's get it on - like Marvin Gaye; hey Is that that n***a, from "You a Customer"? You're f**in A Is for apple, J's for jack, black B is for bozack, and N is for the nutsack (What's J for?) The J's for juggle these, please PMD bust rhymes like n***as bust z's With zero, 'cause that's the channel I be watchin n***as clockin, no time for stoppin so I keep rockin Big up to the hip-hop, be-bop heads bop Non-stop up the block systems knock Girlies jock, I'm locked in funk mode Peace to my pops; cause it's [Hook x2] Back to the rapper makin hands clap (Respect hip-hop and the fans black) Scandalous; Swiss Miss still funky sh** Uhh - slow down baby, can't handle it The way you're movin your thing, you got it goin on Time to pop the Sean Dom Take a swig of it - yeah drink it like a forty-oh No champagne gla**es, that's out the window Push up and get my swerve on, take me there baby Aww sh**, PMD's gone (Where you goin P?) Deeper and deeper My mind's gettin stronger, she got me in the sleeper Almost there, relax, just like I figured Strapped down, still on the lookout for the gold digger Blazin figure, s**y like Holly Hoes blunts and puff the ganja like Bob Marley She's hardcore, ridin' like an outlaw Workin it, pullin' with the lockjaw [Hook x2] I'm in the war zone - far away from home, no microphone Just biters and tombstones on the real, holmes It's do or die, no fly guy, don't ask why Rap is outta control, don't bungee jump or hangglide Time to slip (slide) so save the lie Hit Squad won't die, them n***as multiply On the scene blowin up, sure enough Wild haircut, what? Don't give a f** This is me, peace to EPMD Took a break in '93 now I'm back see [Hook x4]