Cold Blooded Blitz

[Intro]
Young ladies, homeboys, and fly girls
Welcome to the fantastic funk show
Starring DJ DLB
The almighty MC Schoolly D
The 5-2 Crew Cutmasters and MCs
Shocking the house for you young ladies
Give me your cuts, I'm going down by law
And sucker homeboys, what'd you come here for?
It's a cold blooded blitz

[Verse 1]
Well, I was chillin' at the party, DLB
And I was shockin', I was rockin' to the greatest of ease
I seen a young lady, she was lookin' cute
And she was chillin' at the party in a leather suit
And then I said "Now baby baby, what's it gonna be?"
She said she wanted to know everything about me
So won't you listen (listen, listen, listen, listen)?
A-won't you listen (listen, listen, listen)?
A-won't you listen (listen, listen, listen)?

[Verse 2]
I said my favorite food is salad, movie: Absence of a-Malice
My father's name is Jesse and my mothers' name is Alice
When I was a baby, they thought that I was crazy
All I did was sit and sip the Jim and smell the daisy
But then my roaming eyes, checkin' out her thighs
The zipper on my pants was startin' on a rise
The sweet young thing said I'm goin' too far
And so I told the fine freak to meet me by my car
And when I got outside, got my Cadillac
I told the young lady to lay there in the back
I got a little closer, I knew it was a gag
What I thought was a girl, was nothin' but a fag
Listen (listen, listen, listen, listen)
A-won't you listen (listen, listen, listen)?
A-won't you listen (listen, listen, listen)?

It's a cold blooded blitz

[Verse 3]
You walk into the place, [Mace?] on the bass
[?] on my feet, [?] on my face
You know that you can bet it, you think it's copacetic
I tell you homeboy, you can never get with it
'Cause when I write rhymes, I never misstate it
And when I cut a record, I'm fully compensated
And when I'm on the mic, you know my rhymes are on
I'll make a sunny day from my thunderstorm
And when I rock a beat, you know I make the jam
One def MC with a mic in his hand
The ultimate lover, the microphone brother
I'll tell you, baby doll, 'cause there is no other
On God's creation, shockin' all nation
Got into the party by invitation
Won't you listen (listen, listen, listen)?
A-won't you listen (listen, listen, listen, listen, listen, listen)

It's a cold blooded blitz

[Verse 4]
[The microphone?] [?] Schoolly D will rock your mind
1980 to '89
Tell me girl, will you be mine?
Tongue down to the ground
Do the do without a sound
Say it girl, I'm a squirrel
I bust a nut until you whirl
I'm always rappin', never nappin'
Rock-and-rollin' [like it's stolen?]
Say what's happening, hands are clappin'
Feets are stompin', always rockin'
Party shakin', booty takin'
Now, my man, there's no mistakin'
At the bottom, at the top
I can make your body rock
Communication with the nation
I'm about [?]
[?]
Super-duper [corporation?]
[?], rap-parition
[?] no hesitation
Motivation, domination
[?] creation
Rappin', rappin', rappin' son of a gun