Lyrics
Yes, Scott LaRock you know you rule hip-hop
Yes, Mr. Lee you can rule hip-hop
And, B-57 you can rule hip-hop
But, KRS-One rule it non-stop
When I’m in Brooklyn, yes, we rulin hip-hop
When I’m in Manhattan, we rulin hip-hop
When I’m in Queens, we rulin hip-hop
And when in Staten Island we rulin hip-hop
But in the Bronx, we rulin y’all tonight
But in the Bronx, we rulin y’all tonight
We come to rock you whether you’re Black or you’re white
Cos KRS-One you know I’m never? frank?
Come catch a star
The girlies are free
Cos the crack costs money
Oh yeah
I say the girlies are free
Cos the crack costs money
Oh yeah
Ridin one day on my freestyle fix
Jammin to a tape Scott LaRock had mixed
I said to myself This tape sound funky
Ridin past the 116th Street junkie
Thought I saw Denise but I was only assumin
Took another look and that butt was boomin
Did a little trick on my freestyle fix
And I was right beside the girl, she was all on the tip
She said Hi, DJ KRS
She kissed me on my neck so I gave her a peck
She said I’m really in a hurry so I cannot wait
If you give me a life while we ride to the? bait?
She jumped on my bike, I said Huh, what’s your stop?
She said Right around the corner to the crack spot
If you buy me a crack I’ll know how to act
But if you don’t, you might as well step back
I said Now how the hell we jump off to this?
I’m doin you a favor, I’m givin you a lift
She said KRS, you know it goes
I said Yeah, you little… it seems that you’re a hoe
I did a little trick on my freestyle fix
And she was right on the ground lookin after it Because…
A girl tried to take my out one day
For a play, not your everyday? trey?
We walked to the spot, she says she want a rock
I looked in my pocket, didn’t have a lot
I said You better get yourself a job
She tried to tell me that times were hard
I told the hoe, I said Yo, that’s not my fault
You need a vault, I’m out to assault
Any girl I find who try to take my for mine
I’m gonna have to? pin? it just another time
But…