HELL YEAH!
 Is eighty eight in the house? (It's the master, the master)
 HELL YEAH!
 So everybody's in the house? (Pharcyde's in the house)
 So everybody get on up
 and turn this mutha out!

 Ah yes yes y'all, I got the fever for the flavor
 of a beat y'all, I stand tall gets raw like beef y'all
 I moo moo like a cow honey-child, or, ooh, ah one two
 cause I check it, baby just lend me your ear
 for a second, cause I'm wreckin eardrums cold Black-N-Deckin
 Hold on the horse cause the force is like dark
 If you can't slide then stay out the park
 and my preachers don't know ya then hop off the ark
 Are you hip? Do you need another tip, cause that's
 just like a talk light, in the asscrack tip
 Jump onnn it! Shake your shit, if you want it
 Show no shame, hey Malik god damn get your arrow and hang
 It ain't no thang to jam on it, jam onnn it! (You don't stop)

 The debonair MC, in the place to be
 Came to rock the b-boys and the young ladies
 Gonna rhyme on the microphone all night long
 So the party won't stop until the break of dawn
 It's like that y'all, it's like this y'all
 When I play b-boy don't miss y'all
 Some people wear all that Fila gear
 Gonna rock this party out the atmosphere
 Say hoooo! HOOOOOO!
 Yeahhhhhhhhh, and you don't stop
 Throw your hands in the air
 and wave em like you just don't care
 If you're sparkin blunts with clean underwear
 Somebody say, ohh yeahhhh! OHHH YEAHH!
 OHHH YEAHHH! And ya don't stop
 Yo, cause back in eighty-nine I was doin the wop
 Back and forth, forth and back
 I'm from the streets now I'm a straight mack
 Skin is black (what?) Hair is brown (what?)
 Eyes are red, you know that I can get down
 When I get up on the mic, I kick the rhymes to life
 because I'm fresh, and I'm def tonight

 Yeah, yeah, uh-huh!
 West coast, West coast, West coast is on fire
 We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn
 Burn motherfucker, burn!!

 Check it out, well my name is Jammer and I'd like to say
 That I'm a super def rapper comin straight from L.A.
 Fly tan brown skin before you're three years old
 And all the ladies love me cause I'm pigeon-toed
 I step in the party and I bust my move
 Cold rock the mic with the hip-hop groove
 Sucker MC try to call my bluff
 You better beware, cause I'm just too tough y'all
 Please please y'all, please please check it out
 y'all, yeah yeah y'all
 Yeah, please, please check it out
 So stomp your feet, and clap your hand
 While the DJ is spinning on the DJ stand
 On the turntable, one and two
 We got the grand incredible cuttin just for you
 Like this...
 Like this...
 Like this...
 Do that shit, do that shit, do it!

 All my rhymes are hard as HELL
 I am the one and I PREVAIL
 You will SAIL, you will FAIL
 I am the doctor... ohh yeah, what?

 Please please, what, please please check it out, y'all
 y'all y'all please y'all y'all, please check it out
 Check it out check it out check it out y'all
 Check it out check it out check it out y'all
 Party over here! Party over there!
 Party right here! Party right there!
 Party over there! There's a party in the trunk