I'ma kill you all like O.J.   Diss Maganoo, for real you must pay   Listen to the way my rap flow delay   His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay      Back of the bus with Rosa Parks   Too much to say, watch my remarks   South to VA, upside to Philly   Y'all be killin' me for real on the really      Recognize the P, when you see he   Sport the Kangol with N I K E   Break me off a piece of that Kit-Kat   You do the horse and make your Gucci wet      Came through the crowd, heard the brother booin'   Said real low, "Hey, whatcha doin'?"   Don't you know I've been rappin' on tracks   Since back in the days when tapes was eight track      Relax and jump to it like Duran Duran   Black as Buckwheat, still get a tan   Over to your girl, hey, what's yo' number   You and your crew must be 'Dumb & Dumber'      Timbaland, understand   Kickin' the fly beats for all my fly fans   Not Peter Piper but Peter Pan   Beat, guaran-guaran-teed to make you dance      People wanna know where I, where I get my rhythm   Rhythm, come from the thing called wisdom   Wisdom is the thing that comes from the dome-dome   When the clock strikes twelve and it's on      People already, already feelin' my groove   Now's the time for me to show and prove   Now, it's time to get back to my basic method   Record and play, play, play each segment      Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop   Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop, aight?      When it come to flows, you best to re-up   Diss me to my face, get the taste slapped out   Rapped out a hit on the plane out to Spain   My mind go to space when I'm kissin' on Jane      Can't Stand the Rain but love Missy   I rock with mad funk so my middle finger pissy   Look for me, I'm Chico undercover at the Nico   Mag and two O got gas from Burrito      Lay you like Frito if you're white then amigo   In my plaid tuxedo, the rap Al Pacino   Star in Casino to a vetturino   Not Italia-no but still gambino      Most of y'all rappers can't do your part   I'ma finish up what you all can't start   Got no heart, I thought on your LP   I'm on your radio and on your TV      Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop   Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop      Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop   Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop      Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop   Sardines, hey and Pork and Beans   Do you know what that means?   It's twelve o'clock and the party just don't stop, aight?