The Way It's Goin' Down - Big Daddy Kane

Hit me, baby (that's right) 
Hurt me, baby (that's right) 
That-that-that funk 
That-that-that-that- 
That-that's-that's funkdafied-like fonk 
That's that retarded-like fonk 
Like you put your armpits in a drum machine 
Good God 
Break me off some of that 
Come on 

Easy Mo, just let the beat rock from your sweet stock 
To bounce the complete block, make everyone on the street flock 
To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em, get em, my lyrics'll fit em 
When I get with em, girls I'm in em, smokin like bags of ism 
The one that keep amazin y'all, don't even know who you're facin, pa 
The Kane has flipped more tracks than a racing car 
The one who created it and many others imitated it 
I heard your rap style, kid - hated it 
Let me show you how, look here, now check my style 
What I spit out, it'll raise your brow, make you say wow 
Ba-da-bow-bow, come on, now let's get down 
And sway, sway when you hear the music play 
Hip-hop hooray, this is what I want you to say 
Hey 

I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane 
He makes the party swing 
He turns the mother out 
And rips apart things 

Then I go... 

Da-da-da-da-da 
Yeah, I like the way it sound 
And I love the way it's goin down 
Da-da-da-da-da 
You know I like the way it sound 
And I just love the way it's goin down 

Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin? 
And don't try to act like Martin now with all that 'i was just playin' 
No need to grief or mourn cause now the beef is on 
Boom-bow-boo-bow-bow - kid, your teeth is gone 
Just cause you rap that don't mean that you catchin wreck with me <