keith: lets kick a lil somthin for those folks who aint got got cars but walk on the block!

Fresh k: aight but we need a beat they can strut to - oh that'll work

Fresh k: let's make it hot

              (chorus)

(waling down the street, to the hardcore beat)

(walking down the street)

(walking down the street to the hardcore beat)

(walking down the street)

chack it out

                   (verse 1)

you know this jam's fresh to death cuz you heard it from me see?

a jam you'll play so much that you'll know it completely

especially, when you walkin' roud from day 2 dawn

12 o'clock at night with your stunna shades on

boom box is flickerin cuz your batteries drained

glistening a mile away from ya fat rope chain

tip ya shades down checkin out the hip hop spots

form a line of girls and play connect the dots

leanin to the side. people everywhere

they see you stutin with your box an they stop and stare

cuz of ya skool style they called you wack

but soon as you hit the charts they caught a heart attack

cuz they dont understand why you act this way

strutin old skool on the block til the break of day

its becouse you want attenion when you're passin by

an the girls are on your tip cuz they know you're fly

                (Chorus x2)

                  (verse 2)

girlies wanna roll with a brotha like me

cus they hear i makes it hot, frequently

they tell me don't get more then 1 i say "what is this?"

"man, mind your business"

so play the beat all around

strutin hipmotized by the funky sound

people in the street see me bobbin my head

while i checkin out the rapper and the rhyme that he said

i'm frontin, an i don't care it you know

with just me and my box is like a hip hop show

disturbin the peace, just call me al cpone

girls get attracted by looks, who needs calone?

bottom to the bottom to the top to the top

chill....its 3 o'clock

the girlies the smiles, they see me commin

they steady hummin, i got the funky drummer drummin

box be shakin vibrattin and rattlin

pumpin so load all the shorties be babblin

the boy k's here without the swing

every chance i get i'm showin off my class ring

i can keep this up until the break of dawn

cuz i walkin down the street and my word is born

                (chourus x2)

like i said before i was down low now i'm highr then the indo

always bring the heat so you better crack a window

girlies love F to the R to the E to the S to the H

K to the E to the I to the T to the H

when the girls give me a kiss their lips are soft like a bed

guys can hate all they want but i don't care what they've said

cus when i'm the block my box vibrates the place

like all hip hop lovers.... we want BASS!!!

we want a hit, just a dose.

haters can try but they cant come close

cus my box is bumpin loud

even when its silent, it moves the crowd

i rock the bells with LL, the king of rock like DMC

an the gangstas need to chill with the gats to the H-E-A-D

as long as i'm still breathing my beat will never stop

an remember GL's the prince of hip hop

             (chous repeats while track fades)