Woo Ha! Original

[Intro: Pharoahe Monch] One for the money, two for the show Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go [Verse 1: Pharoahe Monch] My rhymes pop like them nines, they claim they tote But they rap lackluster shine My shits busts like Busta Rhymes sniffin' lines of coke (Woo-ha!) Ha, that's all she wrote On the quest to qualify for these inquisitive quotes Quirk-ass MCs be as queer as folk Talkin' about, "Nigga can rap!" No shit, Sherlock Y'all MCs can't see me like Matt Murdoch I'm the pinnacle rhyme kid And any line of mine is criminal mind And I blind her with original rhyme shit Fall in line with the sick, cynical grime shit Clinically approved for you to move your behind with Timeless are world girls who get inspired with Pharoahe Do you need to be reminded now? Stick 'em up, it's that, get 'em up, it's that Put 'em up, it's that, let's go, uh [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Mela Machinko] Yeah, how we rock, show them how we roll Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go) Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up Wire me up, let it blow One for the money, two for the show Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] They research my stem cells, clone ten of me Send one of 'em back in time just to get rid of me Stop Pharoahe Monch from having verbal epiphanies Now that's new definition to 'your own worst enemy' Ock listen, man, stop snitching, man You use sex to sell, your Nextel to Sprint Everything you represent is immoral, singular, not plural You and your sidekick get rid of that whack trio I freeze MCs zero degrees below The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice You need to get loose to the heat I produce From Long Beach to Boston Your chicks text us like Dallas and Austin I spark tireless illumination Fire sixteen bars, wireless communication Let's go [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch & Mela Machinko] Yeah, how we rock, show them how we roll Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Let's go) Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up Wire me up, let it blow One for the money, two for the show Three to get it crackin' in the hood, let's go [Post-Chorus: Mela Machinko] Show them how we rock, show them how we roll Yeah, yeah, yeah Show them how we rock, show them how we roll Yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge: Pharoahe Monch (scratched)] Pharoahe's flows blows shows The M-O-N-C-H, M-O-N-C-H Y'all know the name (Let's go) Hallelujah! Pharoahe Monch will do ya The M-O-N-C-H, y'all know the name (Let's go) [Chorus: Pharoahe Monch] Line 'em up, light it up, fire it up Wire me up, let it blow One for the money, two for the show Three to get it crackin' in the hood [Skit 1: *radio surfing* (Three Sweet & Bling)] Okay, okay, okay It's ya girl Three Sweet in the morning We about to really get into it right now (Bling, Bling) So Bling, tell me What's really good? What's up with the harshness diss record? You wanna retaliate? Yo, fuck you niggas, straight up and down You niggas never had no weight in the street You know what I mean? Yo, what the fuck you know anyway? Yo, yo, yo, chill, chill with the cursing, yo, fall back with the cursing I had New York on my back for years, you know what I mean? I don't really give a fuck anyway I'ma have to turn your mic– [Skit 2: *radio surfing*] Now, I want to mend Now, I want to mend Now to– [Skit 3: *radio surfing*] You sit on your hand 'til your hand turn numb Then you jerk your penis 'til you start to (what?) All alone in the crib, you know what I did? I gave myself a finger 'til I let off some kids Yo, those are, those are a stranger Have you had a stranger? Have you– [Skit 4: *radio surfing* (Pharoahe Monch)] We savin' the environment, you know what I'm sayin'? We can save the trees, save the trees, save the tree–