1- "My style is fat, so I swung it, blunted   The riggedy ruffneck Brooklyn nigga brung it" -> Das EFX     repeat 1 (4X)    [Daddy-O]  Yo Rick, bring yo' ass home..  The sounds of my voice make the honies wanna flip  and the flow of my phrase make you have no choice to get wit  There used to be a Stetsa, comin out to get ya  so beware; takin it to your punk-ass like (UHH UHH)  Take two to the gut  I come to kick a scrumpdelicious bone out your butt  You're funkin with the O-Dad; and yo, guess what  I got a RHYME and I'm puttin it where the monkey put his nuts  RAGGIN on you wannabe-a-screamer MC's  and all you Diggity Das triple-toungin wannabe's  who just don't have the fat flavor for the FUNK  And just in what I heard - you lack the spunk  and you lack the style, and you lack the poise  And all you MC's sound like little boys  Actin like hardrocks, STARIN in my face  BACK UP OFF ME 'FORE I PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE!  I'm the same brother that likes +Sally Walk+ and I'ma   "bad motherfucker from East New York"  You see me callin them SHOTS like I'm Jimmy the GREEK  and when you see me on the STREET I make a HEART skip a beat!!    2- "My style is fat, so I swung it, blunted" -> Das EFX    repeat 2 (2X) + repeat 1 (1X)  repeat 2 (2X) + repeat 1 (1X)    [Daddy-O]  Ride along with the wave cause my tides never end  Dippin through curves as I come around the bend  Feedin you the floor, without Johnny Gill  and get you all messy like your drink when it spill  I got that nat-urally legitimate dope  being slung by the (??) coast to coast  And it's so cold, I'm callin it wintery  If you don't understand you must be thinkin elementary..  Badder than this it don't come  And you get strung from my ability to blast like a gun  SO WHAT'S FOR DINNER HON?  Beats breaks and funk-fritters; punches and hard-hitters  BUT YOU DON'T WANNA GO THAT WAY  So my advice to you, is that you pu-puh-PARLAY  And bring it on back to the street  Turntables microphone and dope.. beats  Cause it ain't no secret to it black  And the only rule is don't be wack  And you best stay out of my path  or I'ma haveta put this SIZE NINE IN YO' ASS  So I'm keepin it - ON AND ON AND ON  And you know why you're movin UP cause it's a rap song  My years in the game equal about eleven  And when I die, I'M GOIN STRAIGHT TO HIP-HOP HEAVEN  with MC Trouble and Cowboy rockin the mic  and (??) playin the drums so the beats are tight  Cuts courtesy of Subroc and Scott LaRock  Peace to Trouble T-Roy, YA DON'T STOP!    repeat 2 (2X) + repeat 1 (1X)  repeat 2 (2X) + repeat 1 (1X)  repeat 1 (4X)    [Daddy-O]  So now you think you know me; and maybe you remember  I was in a group and we had six members  We freaked (fake??), and saw +Sally Walkin+  Spoke with +Susie+ and had the +Jazz Talkin+  But now it's kinda different, rap is gettin TRICKY  Gettin all commercial like watchin Mork and MINDY  Niggaz writin rhymes - thinkin of the video  but even a good video don't make a good song do it? (NO!)  So back to the FOOD on my plate  I'm comin at you non-stop and there's no escape  So whether I'm schoolin neighborhoods on how to speak and act  or coolin with my homeboys, smokin chunky black  I give a little HEART-BEAT HEART-BEAT PUMP  and watch the whole dance floor SHAKE THAT RUMP  to the sounds of the O-Dad ridin the funk  And it sho' sound good COMIN OUT YO' TRUNK  Watch me as I pump like a fist in a fight  and get you all strung like a FIEND on a crackpipe  with the sureshot, not that BULL-SHIT  cause the Daddy-O sound is legit - BEEEEOTCH!!!!    repeat 2 (2X) + repeat 1 (1X)  repeat 2 (2X) + repeat 1 (1X)    [Daddy-O]  Yo I'd like to give a big up to Run-D.M.C.  The Unknown Ruffnecks.. and DJ Kiilu