(feat. T-Money)



[Ed Lover]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwww yeah!

Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!  Ho!

Everybody one, two, three, four

Everybody c'mon, whatchu waitin for?

Five, six, seven, eight

We rock the rhymes that are truly great

Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)

Yes to yes to yes yes y'all

Ah yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)

Yes to yes to yes yes y'all



Ah two years ago, a friend of mine

Asked me to say some MC rhymes

So I said the rhyme I'm about to say

The rhyme was def and then it went this way

Apple to a cherry to a cherry to a plum

Don't stop rockin 'til I get some

It's up my back around my beck

WOO-HAH!  I got the girl in check

It's up my back around my spine

Dr. Dre c'mon, your turn to rhyme!



[Dr. Dre]

C'mon everybody let's all get down

What we got it's a brand new sound

So nobody out there be misled

My name is Dr. Dre (and my name is Ed!)

Look in the skies!  Look in the trees!

Who do you see?  (D-R-E!)

Look in the skies!  Look in the trees!

Who do you see?  (D-R-E!)

I'm not a preacher or a teacher or electrician

Biter or fighter or a politician

Some people say, I'm a turntable magician

And I got the key, to your ignition

Young ladies, rock the house

That's young ladies, shock the house

And just throw your hands in the air

And wave 'em like you just don't care

And if you got on clean, underwear

Somebody say, "Ohh yeah!"

"Ohh yeah!"  All the ladies

All the ladies in the house say, "Owww!"

"Owww!"  And you don't stop

So c'mon Ed Lover let's rock the spot



[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Ed Lover]

When I wake up in the morning and I drink my coffee

Like my buttered roll buttered softly

Like my apartment it's nice and lofty

All you little suckers you can back up off me!

Back up off me, back up off me

All you little suckers you can back up off me!

Back up off me, back up off me

B-A-C-K U-P off me!



[Ed Lover]

One two three fo' five six seven

Rockin like hell make it sound like heaven

Seven six five fo' three two one

T-Money, c'mon, come and get some!



[T-Money]

Don't you get me on that jive

about the things you wrote before I was alive

Cause this ain't nineteen-eighty-three

And my name is the T-Money!

With the bomb-diddy-bomb-a-dang-a-dang-dang

That's the new T-Money type of swang



[Ed and T-Money]

C'mon, let's go to work!

C'mon, let's go bezerk!

Cause we don't wanna be left behind

All we wanna do is just blow yo' mind

We like yo' girl she's really fine

(Plus she has a +BIG+ behind!!)

Let's do it, let's do it

Let's do it do it do it



[T-Money]

Criminal Minded, you've been blinded

Lookin for a style like mine, you can't find it

(YES!!) The rhythm, the rebel

Without a pause, I'm lowerin my levels

to find a ugly woman to have sex

Ed Lover, grab the mic, cause you're next



[Chorus]



[Ed Lover]

My name is Ed Lover not Kurtis Blow

But Davy, is one guy I know

So just give me, a little time

and I'll rock the house, with a funky rhyme

Don't - push - me, cause - my - middle - name - is - Eddddd

I'll - get - up, and - smack - you - in - your - headddd

I said a hip, hop, the hip hip the hop

The hop the hop hibby dibby hip hip hop

It's me and Dr. Dre and we're on the top

And we got the rhymes that just won't stop

One, two, three

Hey you can smoke a spliff with a clip but you're still not

HIGHHHHH enough, or wide enough to touch

ME!  Cause I'm the Big E-D

and I'm rockin the house, in the place to be

Uncle Ed, Future of the Funk

Records are recorded minus all the junk

You can stop but you can't come near

Cause my name is Ed Lover and I had it up to here

(Give it to 'em Ed!)  You got it

(Give it to 'em Ed!)  Ed Lover!

(Give it to 'em Ed!)  You got it

(Give it to 'em Ed!)  Ed Lover!

I said engine, engine, number nine

On that New York transit line

If my train goes off the track

it must be your mother, smokin crack

And yes yes y'all (yes y'all) yes y'all (yes y'all)



[Chorus: 1/2 without music]