A Real Mutha for Ya

[Intro]
Alright Marv, this is a take

(And if you look you will discover, yeah
Lord, it's a real mother for ya yeah)

Alright Marv, this is a take

[Verse 1]
Mellow like wine, easy like Sunday mornin’
Marvelous, hah, rolling down on 'em
People, gather around, feel my fire
Sweat as you stutter-step, you admire
The way my tongue twizzles [?] mechanical trick
Yo, I'm nationally the [?] party people’s pick
With a style that flows on the way I flow my style
Was back and forth, forth and back, and this is how it goes
First rhyme is second and my second rhyme is first
Hey people in the party, here's the first verse
Smooth with the music, real smooth
And you're now bear witness while I got you groovin'
On the dance floor, on the floor you do your dance
Go get your dance partner, huh, and take a chance
'Cause I'm the party-packer that promoters pay
'Cause I'm always sayin’ somethin’, havin' somethin’ to say
So check it out buddy, pump it up in your car
Let it be known that I'm the new rap star
Slayin' and waxin' all corny rap competitors
Huntin’ and tauntin' the party, like Predator
The royal rap rebel, hard rocker of rap
The quick-tongued flapper with the quick flap
The bad brother, there could never be another
And you know what?

(And if you look you will discover, yeah
Lord, it's a real mother for ya yeah)

Let it go Cash!

[Verse 2]
Ladies in the place, throw your hands up
(Hot thang), shake your big butt
On the dance floor, get with it
The beat is just dope y'all, so admit it
My style could transform, like an Autobot
Rhymes stay sweet, yeah, like a Charms pop
Got the kinda rhymes that you wanna hear
Cash cuttin' combination comes clear to your ear
Some haters don't like it, or do you like it or hate it?
You're underrated, try to diss it, but then you imitate it
But let me tell you this man, I'm here to stay
To break it down raw, let the drums play!

(Yo man, ain't that that, yo that's the sucker who came by last week man, yo Marv, go posse man, get him man, get him!)

[Verse 3]
This is for the suckers who say I can't hang
And this is for the people whose jockin' my thing
(Yo this is for the cut) and the rhymes galore
And this is for me, (yeah that's who that was for)
This is for our fans all over the map
And this is dedicated to all the people in rap
Man, this is for the people who bought the song
And this is one reason, (yeah my lyrics are strong)
The icing on the cake, let the champagne pop
'Cause I'm rhymin' and climbin' all the way to the top
The super-bad brother, there could never be another
And you know what?

(And if you look you will discover, yeah
Lord, it's a real mother for ya yeah)

Give it to 'em Cash, c'mon!

[Outro]
Hey ladies in the place, can y'all deal with it?
Watch out, watch out

That's one of the things, you know, we go ahead and talk about it, ya know what I'm sayin'?
You dig?