Some people call it their rhythm, I call it the drum ‘Cause I beat it down once in a while, like it got slow or somethin’ She wanna hold some, I told her to roll some She said I’m cold-frontin’, no no no: go-stunting
I know my A’s, I know my B’s, I know my C-D-E’s My F, my G’s, all the way down to Z’s Hey, that’s why it’s rhymes like these Because me and my drum, closer than twin siamese
Yo, I got that boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom That’ll zoom-zoom-zoom and how you boom-boom-boom I got that boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom That’ll zoom-zoom-zoom and how you boom-boom-boom
I’m gonna stand till I get there I’m gonna get there, me and my drum Just give me a chance, I’m gonna stay there I ain’t going nowhere, me and my drum Me and my drum
Yo, I could shake it up a little bit, show you how I fiddle it Take you to another place and then you feel my bass kick Boom-boom, now take it easy you’re gonna break something Boom-boom, ok mama, I think you broke something
You could call me show-stopper, go-popper, flow-popper Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama like a soap opera So when the beat knocks, street rocks, you might need some detox Get ready for my beatbox
Boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom That’ll zoom-zoom-zoom and how you boom-boom-boom I got that boom-chicka-boom-chicka-boom-boom-boom That’ll zoom-zoom-zoom and how you boom-boom-boom
I’m gonna stand ’till I get there I’m gonna get there, me and my drum Just give me a chance, I’m gonna stay there I ain’t going nowhere, me and my drum Me and my drum, me and my drum Me and my drum, me and my drum
Check out my drum Check out my drum, my drum is dumb My drum is numb, I think you all want some Hot like a fresh-baked bun It’s hot like the sun, hot like a smokin’ gun
I’m gonna stand ’till I get there I’m gonna get there, me and my drum Just give me a chance, I’m gonna stay there I ain’t going nowhere, me and my drum Me and my drum, me and my drum Me and my drum, me and my drum Me and my drum