Low Profile - Aladdin's On A Rampage lyrics

*That's right y'all* *Aladdin* *'s on the cut* *If you wanna come and battle* *Get some* *So yo, go for what you know* *It go a little somethin like this* Mic check, now in effect, s**ers still comin short That's why I'm callin order in the court It looks like a lotta s**ers gotta learn the hard way It doesn't pay when you tamper with my deejay Back and forth, up and down on the *cut* Aladdin's in the house, so yo, move your bu*t and strut Turn up what I call Aladdin's On A Rampage Dim the lights, roll the carpet on the stage My man, now I can talk about him all night long Yo yo *but at this time I introduce* *My homeboy* *so* *get ill* *yeah* *Hey yo, Aladdin* *Hah?* *Get retarded* Turn up the radio, punk, grab a pen, take notes I'm not one to brag, but this here's dope Straight from the W, boy, step back Because I *got the master of a disco scratch* Aladdin, he's on a rampage for days The last s**er played brave, winded up gettin slayed Dissed to the rhythm, like somethin hit him He's like venom, that's why you s**ers can't get with him My man pointure punks like dried-out snails Yo yo, Aladdin how hard are you? *Hard as hell* Homebody, now how you feel about punks on your jock? *The way I feel now I just got to rock* *Aladdin rocks the house* it ain't a mystery That everything *has got to be funky* Yeah, up and down and all around the crossfader Hands start to bleed as if the table was a grader Without hesitation, here's a tastin demonstration How we got a standin ovation Straight from Low Pro, he's ready to attack Yo yo, Aladdin, hit em with a *funky scratch* *1-2-3 3-2-1* Yo yo, Aladdin I wanna know, man What would you do to cut these s**ers up? Aladdin's in the house cold rippin it up *Sure enough you move your bu*t when you hear him cut* He's on a rampage, brace yourself and get stable For the *king of the cuts on two turntables* *s**ers* how can you hang upon stage When your deejay cuts like he's out the yellow page When he scratch on a record, when the crowd to applaud With a posse on your cover, so you can look hard Punks, you're lookin pitiful, Aladdin is original East Coast, West Coast, Compton, South Central It doesn't matter, Aladdin's on the cut And the Doub is on his side to make you move your bu*t Aladdin, show em somethin new for those who don't know ya *You want a fresh style, let me show ya* What can I say but Aladdin breaks iller than ill Yo, he's a top-rank chief *on the wheels of steel* Seems everywhere we go, Aladdin's rippin it up You know what *when he cuts, girls move their bu*ts* Aladdin, I'ma let you go solo, bro, so do your show What it means to be down with Low Pro Yo, gimme somethin funky, somethin bout to sell To show these party people what happens when you *rock the bells*