The Way its Goin Down Lyrics by Big Daddy Kane

The Way its Goin Down Lyrics

    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
    You step to this, I give you mic-o-vasectomy
    I only know one person that can come next to me
    No, that's a tattle
    Cause I can't count my own shadow
    A battle? I gots to have it
    Unless you're gonna rob me like they give Riddick a win for Chavez
    Cause tryin to go against the Kane rappin
    Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun - ain't nothin happenin
    Clear the way for the one, champion, true black don
    Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon
    Back up, son, you know you can't get none
    Come on, I'm on a whole other level of rap
    And it's like that, now show me where the party at

    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 love the way it's goin down

    The B-I-G D-A-D-Y, no, back up and add another D
    Come back to the K to the A to the N to the E
    Live from New York, the one and only
    I give it to you raw for my homies
    And to the ladies: I take em lookin somethin fine
    It don't mind if we bump 'n grind
    If you're with me, jump in line
    Because if in my wallet I can find one prophylactic
    Then you better believe, girl, that you're gonna get your ass dicked
    Hard type of rappers extinct like a dinosaur
    The kind you saw rhyme before
    But now you never find no more
    Steppin to the Kane with some drama to be startin
    Because I put em all on ice like Tonya Harding
    Back up, boy, I got the whole convoy
    Rollin with me on a mission that's to seek and destroy
    So, to all the people that's been tryin to talk about me
    You better change your name to 5000 cause you're Audi
    And if you bring on your crew, I'm steppin to them too
    Just put the beat on and watch how I swing through
    The groove, with more style than a backstroke
    Drivin past my competition like cab drivers do black folks
    That's the way I move, I always stayed a Smooth
    Operator with data watin for you to play a groove
    To turn it out without a doubt and show what I'm about
    Good lookin, Brooklyn, yeah, we in the house

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