Bob Your Head

People have you got the word

We're takin back what we deserve

Yeah, let it go, let it go

It's me, Dizzy D, and I'm back again

Another B side, stop panickin

It doesn't matter if you're Asian or African

Stop, stand still like a mannequin

Now if you feel it way down in your abdomen

Put your hands in the air and start pannin them

Back and forth, yep forth and back

And if you really feel it then clap

Your fingers and thumbs start to snap like a Kodak

And you can hang it up like a hat and a coat rack

Enough with the throwbacks and grabbin your bozacks

I'm here for the duration and I'm makin your toes tap

But you already know that, of course I pack heat

Like I'm walkin a beat, I'll turn the stage to mesquite

Meaning I get it smokin from the time I arrive

Until the crowd is jumpin and I say my goodbyes (peace)

People have you got the word

We're takin back what we deserve

People have you got the word

Let's kick that wackness to the curb

This is for the bored stiff and the couch potato

The lackadaisical and those who go to the Pedro

I stay on top like I'm rockin a halo

And you know I'm in charge like my name was Scott Baio

But don't call me Chachi, those other dudes are sloppy

They copy, I break 'em down like a jalopy

I'm movin at top speed, your ear drums pop and bleed

And sonically I get your higher than a chronic leave

Honestly, no one can do it like we

Speakin for myself, Einstein, and Andy C

There's too many emcees and half the mics

Rappers nowadays look like hermaphrodites

I suggest leave it alone like cheap cologne

I'm from Southern California, Long Beach is my home

I gotcha tuned in like a final episode

UD, controlling the globe since Fresh Mode

People have you got the word

We're takin back what we deserve

People have you got the word

These cats out there have lots of nerve

Yeah, let it go, yeah, yep