Word up, word up, word up,
word up, God!
That's my name and I'm cookin'
I'm a bad little brother
from the heart of Brooklyn
Word up, God!
It's written on my robe,
not because it's mine
Hey, yo, that name is dope
Word up, God!
Every time I hear it, I dance
When the people chant my name,
you don't stand a chance
Word up, God!
And I hold the rap cup
Yo, that you step
Word up, word up,
word up
Relax and mellow out,
cuz I'ma bellow out
The non -believer that did this to me,
I'ma take him out
Love the royal heat, man,
roll out the red carpet
Bring my Nike stickers
before I get started
Clean my diamond earrings,
put on the Nike suit
Brush in the waves so I can look cute
Get the rhymes ready
cuz knowledge is what I'm givin',
look in the mirror,
that's how I'm lookin'
Boy, time in the rhymin',
to rhyme on time
And respect me, sister,
cause I ain't cryin'
Doc ain't buttin', so don't be sleepin'
If you come, come correct,
don't be creepin'
Cause creepers get killed
in the middle of what they're doin'
Cause they move slow,
just what they're pursuin'
And I move quick, cause I ain't corrupt
Yo, Doc, you's deaf!
Word up, word up,
word up!
I'm backtracking, tagging back,
back to the old schools
and when we used to get
ill and break fools.
Those who want to know
my legs are bold,
eyes are brown, hair is low,
hands are big so is my soul
and so on and so forth.
until the surgeon frank pulls tall brown skin
with the doc make it bank
now let's go on keep going
continue the rocking the
doctors in the house
that's why people be knocking on the door
so they can come inside
see who's on the microphone
one live brother and i stand alone
my floor is deep not shallow
it's obviously apollo
i'm a prophet to rap so positively
you should follow my non -stop party
it's totally legit word up doc on the ultimate
to say ho as i continue to rock
You tell me who was on the mic?
The doctor.
Now I'm the party goer
coming to the party tonight.
It's gonna be hype if you're right,
the girls will be right.
Word up, doc.
We're cool having a ball.
It's a party with the doc,
it don't party at all.
Because the beat is kind of death,
cold, making you rock.
What's the name of this jam?
Word up, doc.
Word up , doc.
Word up, doc.
The doctor.
Yo, yo, word up.
This goes out to my boy, Miguel, Donny,
and my homie, Country.
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To my boy, Dondre, Ricky Barry,
and Terry Bok.
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To Charles Oakley, Eric Hicks,
and Van Clark.
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Yunga Dice, Yunga Rob,
and my uncle, Rodney.
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To the whole Javwa C8
Posse from the dock.
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Word up, Yo, little Freddy, we in there.
Word up, word up, word up.