Still Kickin' It
(Intro.)
You guys do rap?!
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 1.)
Used to dance across your TV
Before it was flat and HD.
Hung on your sister’s wall.
Caused chaos in every mall.
Now when I’m not in my Ferrari,
I’m drivin’ in my Bentley.
Every system since Atari
And a horse in every gentry.
Got platinum and gold.
Krystal’s always cold.
Every ticket sold.
My girls don’t get old.
NY to Hong Kong
Ringtones are all my song.
Live since ‘85.
Fans can’t be wrong.
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 2.)
Still rappin’ like a genius since he was a fetus.
Kickin’ flows with his toes, and they sound the sweetest.
You’ll marvel in his sparkle everytime he rhymes,
‘Cause he spit enough to make his own shoes spit shine.
Chuck Norris is a florist compared to Chalk,
‘Cause his kicks ain’t as swift as Chalkskin’s walk.
Chuck Norris is a florist compared to Chalk,
‘Cause his kicks ain’t as swift as Chalkskin’s walk.
Same parachute pants.
Same white boy dance.
Dude keeps it cool
Like negative twenty-two.
Bet you don’t realized how he influenced you.
Made white people cool again.
Loved Elvis as a kid.
Spent a lot of time
With the priests and the chior.
Now he walks kinda funny,
But his lyris on fire.
Chalkskin!!
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 3.)
A white boy can still bust a rhyme.
And M.C. Chalkskin’s are tight every time.
When Whitey’s song comes on the radio,
Girls move their bodies like they’re on the dance floor.
And you can ask your mama!
It gets hot like a sauna!
When he raps to the clap like a thunder head,
It’s the best thing since sliced Wonder Bread!
Them rhymes, them hot flows.
He got it, and he knows.
Boom! He explodes.
Hits the bulletproof window.
That’s only when he’s in the studio.
Wait till he gets on the radio.
M.C. Chalkskin’s who I mean.
Somethin’ you probably never seen
In your wildest dreams.
Big, tall white boy. Milk and cream.
But he’s still super sick though.
Rappin’ machine.
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 4.)
Yo, Chalkskin walks in,
Girls all pausin’.
Boy Heat Boyz to raucous applause been
Rockin’ shows so fresh and poppin’.
Pop’N’Fresh: He keeps ‘em jockin’.
Since ‘85 he been live.
With the Chalkskin Hunnies like bees to the hive.
When he talks, it’s money.
When he walks inside
Of the club all the girls on the poles say, “Hi!!”
Fell off, but he got back on.
He'll do your favorite dance
And sing your favorite song.
Now from the south of France
To China - Hong Kong -
He's gonna rock this thing till the break of dawn.
Yeah. With his lucky drawz.
Spittin’ dope flows. Bet no sweat at all.
Yeah, offa Chalkskin’s back.
Rich'll pity the fool that sayin' Chalkskin’s whack.
Like...
I pity the fool.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, J-Man, Lord Xzylor, Arab Money, and Rich Prophet.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by Kurt Braun, Laine Perry, Kathy Robbins, M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, J-Man, Lord Xzylor, Arab Money, and Rich Prophet.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Synth: Godson
You guys do rap?!
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 1.)
Used to dance across your TV
Before it was flat and HD.
Hung on your sister’s wall.
Caused chaos in every mall.
Now when I’m not in my Ferrari,
I’m drivin’ in my Bentley.
Every system since Atari
And a horse in every gentry.
Got platinum and gold.
Krystal’s always cold.
Every ticket sold.
My girls don’t get old.
NY to Hong Kong
Ringtones are all my song.
Live since ‘85.
Fans can’t be wrong.
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 2.)
Still rappin’ like a genius since he was a fetus.
Kickin’ flows with his toes, and they sound the sweetest.
You’ll marvel in his sparkle everytime he rhymes,
‘Cause he spit enough to make his own shoes spit shine.
Chuck Norris is a florist compared to Chalk,
‘Cause his kicks ain’t as swift as Chalkskin’s walk.
Chuck Norris is a florist compared to Chalk,
‘Cause his kicks ain’t as swift as Chalkskin’s walk.
Same parachute pants.
Same white boy dance.
Dude keeps it cool
Like negative twenty-two.
Bet you don’t realized how he influenced you.
Made white people cool again.
Loved Elvis as a kid.
Spent a lot of time
With the priests and the chior.
Now he walks kinda funny,
But his lyris on fire.
Chalkskin!!
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 3.)
A white boy can still bust a rhyme.
And M.C. Chalkskin’s are tight every time.
When Whitey’s song comes on the radio,
Girls move their bodies like they’re on the dance floor.
And you can ask your mama!
It gets hot like a sauna!
When he raps to the clap like a thunder head,
It’s the best thing since sliced Wonder Bread!
Them rhymes, them hot flows.
He got it, and he knows.
Boom! He explodes.
Hits the bulletproof window.
That’s only when he’s in the studio.
Wait till he gets on the radio.
M.C. Chalkskin’s who I mean.
Somethin’ you probably never seen
In your wildest dreams.
Big, tall white boy. Milk and cream.
But he’s still super sick though.
Rappin’ machine.
(Hook.)
Still poppin’ them tunes.
Still kickin’ it.
Still droppin’ them beats.
Still kickin’ it.
Still high as the moon.
Still kickin’ it.
Still low as the streets.
Still kickin’ it.
Still settin’ the trends.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the magazines.
Still kickin’ it.
Still in the camera lens.
Still kickin’ it.
Still on the movie screens.
Still kickin’ it.
(Verse 4.)
Yo, Chalkskin walks in,
Girls all pausin’.
Boy Heat Boyz to raucous applause been
Rockin’ shows so fresh and poppin’.
Pop’N’Fresh: He keeps ‘em jockin’.
Since ‘85 he been live.
With the Chalkskin Hunnies like bees to the hive.
When he talks, it’s money.
When he walks inside
Of the club all the girls on the poles say, “Hi!!”
Fell off, but he got back on.
He'll do your favorite dance
And sing your favorite song.
Now from the south of France
To China - Hong Kong -
He's gonna rock this thing till the break of dawn.
Yeah. With his lucky drawz.
Spittin’ dope flows. Bet no sweat at all.
Yeah, offa Chalkskin’s back.
Rich'll pity the fool that sayin' Chalkskin’s whack.
Like...
I pity the fool.
Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, J-Man, Lord Xzylor, Arab Money, and Rich Prophet.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by Kurt Braun, Laine Perry, Kathy Robbins, M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, J-Man, Lord Xzylor, Arab Money, and Rich Prophet.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Synth: Godson
2011 copyright for all of "Fresh Donuts."
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