Way Down Inside Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Em]Hit me, baby (that's right)
Hurt me, baby (that's
[D]right)
That- that- that [Em]funk
That- that- that- that-
That- that's- [G]that's[Em]
funkdafied- like fonk
That's that retarded- like fonk
Like you put your armpits in a drum machine
[D]Goo[Em]d God
Break me off some of that
Come [G]on

[Verse 2]
Easy [Em]Mo, just let the beat rock
from your sweet stock
To bounce the complete block,
make everyone on the street flock
To this here rhymthm, music'll hit em,
get em, my lyrics'll fit em
When I get with em, girls I'm in em,
smokin like bags of [G]ism
[Em]The one that keep amazin y'all,
don't even know who you're facin, pa
The Kane has flipped more
tracks than a racing car
The one who created it and
many others imitated it
I heard your rap style, [G]kid [Em]- hated it
Let me show you how, look here,
now check my style
What I spit out, it'll raise your brow,
make you say wow
Ba- da- bow- bow,
come on, now let's get down
And sway, sway when you
hear the music play
Hip- hop hooray,
this is what I want [G]you to [Em]say
[G]Hey[Em]

[Verse 3]
I'm in love with Big Daddy Kane
He makes the party swing
He turns the mother out
And rips apart things

[Verse 4]
Then I go...
[Em]Da- da- da- da- da
Yeah, I like the way it sound
And I love the way it's goin down
Da- da- da- da- da
You know I like the way it sound
And I just love the [G]way it's [Em]goin down

[Verse 5]
[Em]Now, what's this b.s. you're sayin?
And don't try to act like Martin now
with all that 'i was just playin'
No need to grief or mourn cause
now the beef is on
Boom- bow- boo- bow- bow - kid,
your teeth is gone
Just cause you rap that don't mean
that you catchin wreck with me
You step to this,
I give you mic- o- vasectomy
I only know one person that can
come next to me
No, that's a tattle
'Cause I can't count my own shadow
A battle? I gots to have it
Unless you're gonna rob me like they
give Riddick a win for Chavez
'Cause tryin to go against the Kane rappin
Is like a pimp tryina pull a nun
- ain't nothin happen[G]in
[Em]Clear the way for the one,
champion, true black don
Gun gettin the job done take a look, hon
Back up, son,
you know you can't get none
Come on, I'm on a whole
other level of rap
And it's like that,
now show me where the [G]party [Em]at
[G]Da-[Em]

[Verse 6]
da- da- da- da
Yeah, I like the way it sound
And I love the way it's goin down
Da- da- da- da- da
You know I like the way it sound
And I love the way it's goin down

[Verse 7]
The B- I- [Em]G D- A- D- Y, no,
back up and add another D
Come back to the K to the
A to the N to the E
Live from New York, the one and only
I give it to you raw for my homies
And to [G]the ladies: I [Em]take
em lookin' somethin' fine
It don't mind if we bump 'n grind
If you're with me, jump in line
Because if in my wallet I can
find one prophylactic
Then you better believe, girl,
that you're gonna get your ass dicked
Hard type of rappers
extinct like a dinosaur
The kind you saw rhyme before
But now you never find no more
Steppin' to the Kane with some
drama to be startin
Because I put em all on
ice [G]like [Am]Tonya Harding
[G]Bac[Em]k up, boy, I got the whole convoy
Rollin with me on a mission
that's to seek and destroy
So, to all the people that's been
tryin' to talk about me
You better change your name to
5000 cause you're [G]Audi
[Em]And if you bring on your crew,
I'm steppin' to them too
Just put the beat on and watch
how I swing through
The groove, with more style
than a backstroke
Drivin' past my competition like
cab drivers do black folks
That's the way I move,
I always stayed a Smooth
Operator with data watin' for
you to play a groove
To turn it out without a doubt and
show what I'm about
Good lookin', Brooklyn, yeah,
we [G]in [Em]the[G][Em]

[Outro 1]
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