Chorus:
(They`re jinglin`, baby) Go `head, baby. {4x}
Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
but I slam dunk punks and make `me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
and put `em in a bucket like he`s chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I`m nice (nice-nice);
and I`m-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it`s all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I`m real.
Another brother`s fan? Forget how you feel.
He`s so-so, I got the instinct.
They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink.
You`re dancin` to a Marley Marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you`re kind of rude you
no good niggaboo tryin` to base, how we livin`, homes? Get out my face!
I`m complete, in effect, and I can`t maul.
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don`t sleep or doubt.
My skill`ll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh.
I`m top-notch, you`re playin` hop-scotch.
Now I`m-a do ya while the party people watch.
You`re real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But I know why: you ain`t had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This ain`t a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
dance to my remix single...