[Daddy Rich]

"Ladies and gentlemen, here's the man! I mean the man!

The sensational, the incomprible, the dynamic"



"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"

"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4]



[Pete Nice]

Quick on the cut, to the cut I gotta go (go)

Lumberjack chopping up the beat just swinging low

Freaking all the funk cause my man's a funk freaker

Listen to the cuts jumping straight out your speaker

Skills on the hills so I guess he steals a crew

If you're on his dick, don't fret, I'm on his dick, too

Got a bag of tricks, but he ain't pulling rabbits

Rabbits is endowed with the sexual habits

Took a long time in his room spinning records

Shit's going on, pumps fatter than a heifer

Chop chop he go, chopping it up like Sam the Butcher

Next thing you know the record chop like a hooker

Hits on the table, yeah Rich with the quick hand

Now understand this, he ain't the ordinary rap man

Bring all the wizard in Brooklyn's chop shop

Listen to the Lumberjack record go chop



"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"

"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4]



Tell me, toss another record on the platter

Have to see him swing it, swing it like a hook and ladder

Mister ??? if you went up with only liquor

Better keep your papes in your pocket or we vic ya

Busting off shots in the backyard of Brooklyn

Chopped by the hoes, only hoes that's good looking

He move crowds overseas, even immigrants

Seen him in his 300 Benz with the tints

Think you want to step to the Lumberjack?

That's what you think, but you must be blunting cracks

Could you place your ass in a DJ recepticle

But a Lumberjack will just chop off your testicles

You want to get with the master chopper?

Better get a kung-fu to the little grasshopper

Heard your cuts and your cuts is kinda sloppy

Better get your ticket, watch the Rich get choppy



"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"

"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4]



Lumber, lumbar, Jack and I be nimble

Hurt you like a whiffle ball and bring it to a sequel

Shadows, shadows, know where Daddy Rich lurks

Verse got a gold tut like Mrs. Butterworth's

You said he couldn't, but he said "I got wood"

I think I can, I think I can, no I could

Yell timber, cause your wood is slimmer

Yet another victim serviced by the Goldfinger

Cuts stimulate, chop on the flavor hit the Ave.

On the wax and vibrate like a ninja

Mr. Daddy Rich to you, used to call him ???

Run and you're stumbling over stumps, so watch him fall

Yes y'all, he got the skills to spin it

So yo ho ho and a bottle full of Cisco

Can't find the grooves in a spasm while I'm rhyming

Up the track Lumberjack and on the darn timing



"You know, a judo, a chop chop chop"

"Swing swing swing, and chop chop chop" [x4]