Chuck Inglish - One, Two lyrics

[Hook x2] One, two, lace up my shoes Three to the four when I stepped out the door Five, six, kick a little something with The Cool Kids then we do it again [Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] What it is, what it is, come check the noise It's the new black version of the Beastie Boys Chuck-Ie, Mikey, some dudes don't like me Don't care, I'm dope, they lame so bite me Find a rock to kick or a bridge to jump off I'm popular and you not (yes sir) I'm on the "Dyno with the Black Mags" Smooth as the vinyl in the black bag Stumble like the wino with the brown bag In his right hand around town again I'm keeping cool like it's going out of style Sticking to the program, kicking it with no hands (kicking) That's what I do, been doing it for a while Homie, not a wack thread on me Size 10 Jedis, Obi-Wan Kenobi And I'm Anakin and I'm rambling So bladabladabla till the chorus end [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Chuck Inglish] Chuck was dope but chuck is cold As a ice cream cone in a Iceland snowstorm Feeling like a ceiling fan blowing out the window Midway city is the city where wind blows Fairly cold, frigerator Perry with a little bit of gold '85 bears jersey, Infrared Spike Lee Jordan number fours Bow for a second then I pause for applause Check it out, if it's froze let it thaw Let it rain clear it out, that's the proper protocol When I steps on the court with the ball on the floor You dribbling around just being a ball hog I got my kicks out my locker If I ain't got the shot then I dish to my partner Step behind the arc, I cross, I Byron Scott-er If you want it I got it, dripping like water [Hook x2]