Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song B-Boy The Real McCoy, artist - Aceyalone. Date of issue: 21.08.2006
Song language: English
B-Boy The Real McCoy |
| Yeah |
| Ah, this one’s out of respect |
| To you and yours |
| Ah |
| I’m a b-boy, I’m the real McCoy |
| I’m chocolate all over like an Almond Joy |
| What’s up party people in the place to be |
| Gather round for a minute and check the MC |
| I really don’t know what you expectin from me |
| But I was born and raised to rock over the beat |
| See, me and my homies got some tight-ass raps |
| It is time we put the hometeam back on the map |
| All you radio stations play a whole lotta crap |
| It’s like I’m hungry at the table and you feedin me scrap |
| So this one’s for the people who can ride the wave |
| And go into the battle and come out unscathed |
| See, my only regret is that I probably never gave |
| Enough back to hip-hop for the life it saved |
| So ride along with us as we lick this shot |
| For anybody who put it down, we never forgot |
| See, we give it all we got, cause it’s how we was taught |
| And it only takes a second just to blow up the spot |
| I’m a b-boy, I’m the real McCoy |
| I’m chocolate all over like an Almond Joy (5X) |
| We keep it lit like weed, indeed the rare breed |
| They barely did enough of us for their needs |
| Our fans, some r&b, most hip-hop and rave |
| I’m dark-skinned, baby, and I get you sun-bathed |
| Once the track’s laid that Jissm made |
| I become a slave to the beat, don’t know how to behave |
| We kept it true, what else did you expect us to do? |
| Now I’m beggin you to come and spin a record or two |
| I’m on the prowl in the here and now I’ll be cold |
| To you so-called MC’s who wanna get bold |
| You’ll be showed in the worst ways |
| I’m seasoned for battle cause of Project Blowed Thursdays |
| I’m a wordsmith, now that we’ve settled into two thou |
| (Two thou) we gotta represent somehow (somehow) |
| It’s talent in the ghetto that we’ll have to employ |
| With melanin in em they’ll seek to destroy |
| I’m a rudeboy, I’m the real mccoy |
| I’m chocolate all over like an Almond Joy (5X) |
| You wanna make noise, make noise |
| B-boys make some noise (b-boys) |
| B-girls make some noise |
| (It's workin) |
| Work it out |
| Work it out |
| (It's workin) |
| Like that |
| Cause we was at the party when the jam was live |
| And it really wasn’t poppin until we arrived |
| We was hangin out at the club before we can drive |
| With big afros like the Jackson Five |
| Comin out the house late, makin it home safe |
| B-boys in the place, just had to show my face |
| Soon after that I discovered my instrument |
| As soon as I picked her up we got intimate |
| Big up to my homeboys who know this tune |
| Microphone Mike and my man T-Spoon (Heavyweight) |
| Aceyalone just stepped in the room |
| Now we know the flavor’s in here the party resumes |
| Cause I’m a b-boy, I’m the real McCoy |
| I’m chocolate all over like an Almond Joy (2X) |
| I’m a b-boy… |
| Respect to the fallen soldiers in hip-hop |
| And all the fallen soldiers across the world in the struggle |
| Alright |
| Easy |