Lyrics Who Rocks? - Ultra

Who Rocks?

Oooh baby
Yeah
Oooh, mmmh
You like that?
Mmmmh yes
What’s my name?
Tim Dog
What’s my name?
Tim Dog !
Yeah
Mmmmh… pull out your mic baby… let me see your mic
Here it is
Oh it’s such a big mic, a beautiful mic.
Who rocks the mic?
Yeah !
Yeah !
The D-O-G, that’s me
Gotta stay hard on the M-I-C
Yeah !
The D-O-G, that’s me
You know how I goes deep with this M-I-C
I grew up on the wildside, stress !
Bullet proof vest so instate on my chest
In the projects, South Bronx bound where it went down
Whenever the brothers rap, yo you know I gotta get down
Sit down, check out this lyrical massageness
Metaphored phrases so the suckaz can’t follow it
Don’t bite it, just taste it
My rhymes you won’t waste it
You chew it like it’s gum
Coz I know you want some
Of the delicious, bubbleicious
Lyrical expeditious
Ways that I display that I’m gettin all the kisses
Like I’m Hershey, the worst, G
Is think that you can hurt me
I shot my A&R coz the sucha tried to jerk me
Who rocks?
Yeah !
Yeah !
The D-O-G, that’s me
You know I gotta hit you with this M-I-C
Yeah !
The D-O-G, that’s me
You know I go up in with this M-I-C
I tie a rope around my neck
Jump off a 50 ft deck
Before a rapper think he’s gonna disrespect
I come correct
South Bronx nigga from the projects
Home of the free cheese and welfare checks
I snap necks
They call me Van Damme with my hands
I’m the man in case the delyricists don’t even understand who I am
The Dog I rip the track like I’m Shaq
So get back before you stick yourself like pretty Tony and the mac
These rappers are wack
But I can never fall or fumble
Just coz I’m Dog doesn’t mean I ain’t humble
I smash, crash MCs and keep my raps hype
Hey yo, Bull, tell’em who rocks the mic, Aight
Yeah !
Yeah !
The D-O-G, that’s me
You know how I do on this M-I-C
Yeah !
The D-O-G, that’s me
I gotta put it down on the M-I-C