J.A.K. - 1,2,3,4 Lyrics

mr. bu-bu back, back in the place
so hook up with the groove the fat, fat bass
Rougher than rough on the richter scale
_______ place a map in hell
high way, our way hip-hop hurray
say what for what, what the (ah) you say
old school, so you know i don't play
knock 'em out the box just like sugar ray

you don't like it? so what, i don't care
i wanna battle but it's not a fair play
i've got million styles, baby, baby
schizophrenic? no! definitely! maybe!
you got static, the company tells me
automatic is the key behind the game, see
but even if they'd know i'd still be
the sure shot, master of the ceremony

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