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