Chocolate City

[Production by Robert Brown & DJ Clash]
[Intro: Mister Cee]
I be the cruddy one that they call the DJ Mister Cee
With the whole Wolf Pack in the place to be
Better known as the Chocolate City
So Scoob Lover, huh, are ya with me?
[Verse One: Scoob Lover]
Yo, I break punks up like a fight. Give me the mic, Im hype
(Damn kid, youre starvin for life)
Cause people be tellin me, brothers be gellin me
Tryin to get fame from my name but they chumps and they Butt-soft
They know Im wilder than a dog with hot sauce
A mic, a stage, a crowd, and I wont stop:
I set it off and get live like an alarm clock
People thought Scoob and Scrap was just a nickname;
Now that we rap, we sell more records than cocaine
Awww, shucks, now Im back from the down-low
Here comes Scoob with the curly afro
No chemical reaction, no need for askin, pure satisfaction
My last names Jackson
You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill
My nine kills, Im Big Scoob from Brownsville
The worlds greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother...
[Chorus]
Whos the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x
Scrap Lover are ya with me?
[Verse Two: Scrap Lover]
Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon;
Over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit
Smooth and mild but complicated
I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver thats intoxicated
Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail
But wouldnt squeeze a lemon in a cocktail
Dont say 'huh?' or 'what?', and dont ask who
Cuz if you hear me, I must be talkin to you
You probably thought I couldnt steal it, cuz I was a dancer
I didnt have a chance, but yall can kill it
You gotta be off your rocker
Im lettin suckers know that Scrap got more soul than Foot Locker
And if you heard I got skills, believe its true;
Suggest for Pete Rock, for reminiscin over you
Its not a threat, its a bet, cuz hey
The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today
[Chorus]
Whos the committee ? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x
Big Daddy are ya with me?
[Verse Three: Big Daddy Kane]
Yo-yo-yo-yo, look out, get out the way!
Here comes the K the A the N the E -- huh, ya better flee
Cuz I dont need no hoodie to be hard, shoot:
Ill kill a nigga in a three-piece suit
I dont be havin it so the rear Ill attack
A size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact
A hard-core blow to the face Ill provide
To give you a Crooked eye, just like St . Ides
Leave you home and you must be screamin and yellin;
Not even Kool Moe Dee shades can hide your swellin
I bring it rough, tough;
I said that I was Browner than Bobby , so you know that its good enough
Im untouchable to rappers my size
You dreamed of beatin me, you better wake up and apologize
Some claim to be a Daddy or Poppa
But with me, youd have no Ranks if your name was Shabba
[Chorus]
Whos the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!)3x
Now you know youd too like to be with it...
[Verse Four: Lil Daddy Shane]
Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain
Im wearin and tearin down to the last grain
Ha, Im not a chocolate brother, but I dont mourn
Cuz I swear this vanilla kid got it goin on
So dont even step to me if youre worth nothin
Because I just might hurt somethin
My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young nigga, Im kinda nice...
[Laree Williams, singing]
Ooooooooooooohhhh! Chocolate City are ya with meeeee?!
Scoob and Scrap and Mister Cee! Kane and Shane and Laaaarrrrreeeeeee!
Kaaaaaane....would your black ass sing it for mee-heee?!
[Kane] Ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh! [laughter]