Jockin My Style

[Intro]

Ha, ha, ha, ha

Jockin' my style

Uh (ha), ha, ha

You know you jockin' my style

Boomp-boom-boom-boom-boomp

Presenting, presenting

Jockin' my style

One, two, yah, haaaaaaaa!

[Verse 1]

It goes, ha! Here come a rhyme in your ear

Craig Mack's here so have no fear

My rhymes push the whack to the rear

I'm severe rap pioneer with funk I steer

Now it's clear, Rhymes flow to the break of dawn

Exploring MC's I get silly on, like Ponce De Leon

Yet don't forget, style is a banger

MC's I deposit in the closet on a hanger (break em up, Mack)

Chop your rhymes like I chop shop chop a Acc

Startin with the bones in your back

Whenever I attack it's like a blow from a axe

Sweet like sugar that be on Sugar Smacks

Facts is Mr. or Ms

Can't another rapper see me when it's time for gettin biz

And the moral of the story as you will see

Is that from now on, the greatest rapper is me

[Hook]

MC's you're jockin my style

You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style

MC's stop jockin my style

You know you can't touch the flav (jockin' my style)

MC's you're jockin my style

You're jockin my style boy, you're jocking my style

MC's stop jockin my style

Craig Mack has the phat funk flav (jockin' my style)

[Verse 2]

Now I'm sayin, rock funk to the Himalayan

No more delaying, MC's you decaying, I'm staying

Cause now I'm out my cage

And what I do for rap is gonna make front page

Remember back in the days I was just a tyke

I do a rhyme while I do a wheelie riding bike

But now I'm the man with the mic in my hand

Starving MC's like them kids from Siam

Breaker breaker, it's the funk rhyme shaker

Super duper superb slamming like a Laker

Swimmin' on MC's like moray eels with mass appeal

Your rhymes are jokes like Dangerfield's

Boy, I'll tell ya, ain't no liver on this continent

I'm dope and you the opposite, the man when I be dropping shit

Raw, give MC's a headache

Hit your ass so hard and kill your man by mistake

You's a fake ladies and real niggas know

Non-stop rockin' til it's time to go so bust the flow

I'ma be around for a while

MC's stop jockin my style

[Hook]

MC's you're jockin my style

You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style

MC's stop jockin my style

You know you can't touch the flav (jockin' my style)

MC's you're jockin my style

You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style

MC's stop jockin my style

It's Craig Mack, the phat funk flav (jockin' my style)

[Verse 3]

Now everybody put your hands in the air

Wave them shits like you just don't care, aiyyo

You could have a dollar or be a millonaire

Sometimes I think that Mack should be mayor

Now me, myself and I, we three bad motherfuckers

Here to eliminate suckers

I came to rock a party (party down), are you ready

Get your Aunt Millie's out, eat MC's like spaghetti

Rap machete (chomp chomp chomp), I'll cut your ass like a sword

Into buying rhymes these rhymes you can't afford

I shine like jewelry, ain't nobody schoolin me

I battle anybody, just point to who the fool'll be

Cause you and me, we ain't the same type of breed

I grab the mic and give the crowd what they need, and proceed

To rock the mic since a child

Get off my tip and stop jocking my style

[Hook]

MC's you're jockin my style

You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style

MC's stop jockin my style

You know you can't touch the flav (jockin' my style)

MC's you're jockin my style

You're jockin my style boy, you're jockin' my style

MC's stop jockin my style

It's Craig Mack, the phat funk flav (jockin' my style)