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Aceyalone B-Boy Real Mc Coy Here are the song lyrics for B-Boy Real Mc Coy by Aceyalone. For more excellent Aceyalone lyrics, run a search! Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch [ Aceyalone ] 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) [ Abstract Rude ] 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) [ both ] You wanna make noise, make noise [ Aceyalone (& Abstract Rude) ] 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 [ Aceyalone ] 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
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