Well, boom, shak-a-lak, I got the flavors, the funk
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
Publishers: ALMO MUSIC CORP, GIFTED PEARL MUSIC INC
Think I won't curse I'll break down and say puta
But they don't understand, I'm the motherfuckin' man
Ay Mr. Funke, whassup?  Can I get assistance?
Rock it down so jump up off the tip you're not my nucca
Could it be the skunk weed that makes us oh so funky?
I cut 'em, crack a speaker when I'm pumpin'
So jump in, and watch your ears start hummin'
I'm the, one with the flow and the grip like G.I. Joe
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one
Now fam a lam I'll be damned, slam jams the weak
The cat in the hat and the mouse ran up the stairs
Boogaloo boogaloo, shake and jump
Some MC's wanted to buy me, so they try to take stands
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
Freestylin' on the block, now I Chief Rock
I was an Indian I'd still be the Chief
Smack a group of them around, let them know who wears the crown
To the hip, the hop, to the hibby to the hibbidy
Boom shaka laka there goes the Chief Rocka
For sharper type to battle make the people say
Songwriters: Keith Elam, Kevin Hansford, Dupree Kelly, Chris Martin, Alterick Wardrick, Charles Williams, Marlon Williams
So now what do they say, when I'm walkin' up the block?
I always entertain, by diggin' in my crux
Whew! And it's smellin' up the hip-hop
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
Say what I want because I'm that type of guy
Backspins for backspin, even while I'm rappin'
The Lord Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka
Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka, Chief Rocka
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
I say what I want to say, as long it sounds funk
I spook you with the hit, make you jump like house of pain
I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk
To think I'm the troop, when on the mic? I'll say it, it ain't the shows kid
The kids around the way used to think that I was buggin'
I eat with the funk, I sleep with the funk
Mixed a, little of this, and now I gotta rap
What goes up, must come down
'Cause girlies, they clock, they stand around and jock
I'm the Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Mr. Funke
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
Well back is the backer, I'm chillin' with my knocker
I hear a beat I grab the mic, and then I start this workin'
I amaze and astound, rhythm up and down
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one
Well damn do it all can I rock?
Like drunk and a grump and sound over some
Before I had a record, I always kept 'em clappin'
Hey madrigon sesa me bichafi mi chocha?
Now hold it let me choose, couldn't be the booze
But they don't understand how I feel about the funk
Boom shaka laka yo here comes the Chief Rocka
That doesn't make no sense, c'mon who cares?
Through the block, and don't forget to boom shak shak-a-lak
Hip hop, oh no, I don't wanna go pop
Who's the tip of the top, the cream of the crop, the best under the sun?
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
So I say boom shaka lak, grab the microphone then rock
I freak it with a twist so you'll boom it in your cars
I'm the, Chief Rocka, so I guess I am in charge
For what? For what? Yo Jazz, flex a cut
I walk with the funk, I talk with the funk
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
And remember, remember, Chief Rocka won't front
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
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I snatch, I grab, and then I grab the dough, see if
My brain, so if it's gonna rain let it rain
The only other difference I'd smoke weed in a leaf
R and B ya see, all that's cool, but
No it's the shoes it's gotta be the shoes
The Lord Chief Rocka, number one, Chief Rocka
See even without the gift there's yours so don't be tryin' to knock me
Even back when I used to break on a box
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
But not me clown
Hip hop and rap yeah that's where my heart's at
And if ya got beef, then you can live with Jimmy Hoffa like
I got, too much soul, rhythm and blues