Chocolate City

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?






Yo, I break punks up like a fight. Give me the mic, I'm hype

(Damn kid, you're 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 I'm wilder than a dog with hot sauce

A mic, a stage, a crowd, and I won't 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 I'm back from the down-low

Here comes Scoob with the curly afro

No chemical reaction, no need for askin', pure satisfaction

My last name's Jackson

You slip up, I get ill -- my boot to your grill

My nine kills, I'm Big Scoob from Brownsville

The world's greatest lover, the chaaaaa-clate brother...






Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x

Scrap Lover are ya with me?






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 that's intoxicated

Rappers write rhymes, and talk about guns and jail

But wouldn't squeeze a lemon in a cocktail

Don't say "huh?" or "what?", and don't ask who

Cuz if you hear me, I must be talkin' to you

You probably thought I couldn't steal it, cuz I was a dancer

I didn't have a chance, but ya'll can kill it

You gotta be off your rocker

I'm lettin' suckers know that Scrap got more soul than Foot Locker

And if you heard I got skills, believe it's true;

Suggest for Pete Rock, for reminiscin' over you

It's not a threat, it's a bet, cuz hey

The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today






Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x

Big Daddy are ya with me?






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 don't need no hoodie to be hard, shoot:

I'll kill a nigga in a three-piece suit

I don't be havin' it so the rear I'll attack

A size-15 to the buttocks, a-matter-fact

A hard-core blow to the face I'll 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 it's good enough

I'm 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, you'd have no Ranks if your name was Shabba






Who's the committee? (CHOCOLATE CITY!) 3x

Now you know you'd too like to be with it...






Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain

I'm wearin' and tearin' down to the last grain

Ha, I'm not a chocolate brother, but I dont' mourn

Cuz I swear this vanilla kid got it goin' on

So don't even step to me if you're worth nothin'

Because I just might hurt somethin'

My competition thinks twice, cuz yo, for a young nigga, I'm kinda nice...






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?!


Ohhh, ho, shit yeahhhh!