Sure Shot

'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Mike D, come and rock the sure shot I've got the brand new doo-doo, Guaranteed like Yoo-hoo I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu I'm a newlywed, not a divorcee (yeah) And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey Well it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3 If you want a doody rhyme, then come see me I've got the savior faire with the unique rhymin' I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time and Strictly handheld is the style I go Never rock the mic with the pantyhose I strap on my ear goggles and I'm ready to go 'Cause at the boards is the man, they call the Mario You pull up at the function and you know I Kojak To all the party people that are on my Bozac I've got more action than my man, John Woo And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah) Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop You know you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Adrock, come and rock the sure shot (Hurra-, Hurra-) Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums Listen everybody 'cause I'm shifting gears I'm fresh like Dougie when I get my specs And on the microphone, I come correct Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop Top notch is my stock on the soapbox I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs And that's a lot because I've got my share (oohh, weee) I've got a hole in my head and there's no one to fix it I gotta straighten my thoughts I'm thinking too much (yeah) sick shit Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very on Rock the microphone, and then I'm gone I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never quittin', so won't you listen Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Mca, come and rock the sure shot I want to say a little something that's long overdue The disrespect to women has got to be through To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends I want to offer my love and respect to the end Well, you say I'm twenty-something And I should be slacking But I'm working harder than ever And you could call it macking So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV I'm still listening to wax I'm not using the CD! Well, I'm that kid in the corner All fucked up and I wanna So I'm gonna (yeah) Take a piece of the pie Why not, I'm not quittin' Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic To send my rhymes out to all the nations Like Ma Bell I got the ill communication 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Keep on and rockin' the sure shot B-boys B-girls Tick-tock, tick-tick, tock-tock