MC CHALKSKIN AND DJ POP N FRESH

MC CHALKSKIN AND DJ POP N FRESH

 San Diego, California, USA
BandHip HopComedy

Character driven comedy hip hop. Former boy band member teams up with a childhood friend, who grew up in the hood. Together, they've assembled a posse, a bevvy of hunnies, oh... and the tightest beats on the street.

Biography

M.C. Chalkskin first came on to the music scene in the popular 1990's era boy band, The Boy Heat Boyz. His silky voice and sultry dance moves rocketed him to stardom.

Lyrics

Alien Police

Written By: M.C. Chalksin and Lord Xzylor

(Intro.)
5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - Blast off!
God speed, Commander Chalkskin.

(Hook.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (Saving the world from it’s destruction.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (Brought to you by Wolf In Wool Productions.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (The Major Motion Picture.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (This is the theme song.)

(Verse 1.)
You have the right to remain silent while I murder this beat.
Turn your bass up high and this track on repeat.
Let the music bob your head and tap your feet.
Alien Police keeps ya on the edge of your seat.
You’re arrested by the hook, bridge, and verse,
And it’s all for the greater good of the universe.
Fighting for our life with our backs against the wall.
When the going gets tough, who you gonna call?

(Hook.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (Saving the world from it’s destruction.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (Brought to you by Wolf In Wool Productions.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (The Major Motion Picture.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (This is the theme song.)

(Intro.)
Puney, human! How dare you oppose the Empire of Garlach?

Lord Xzylor?!

No matter. You can not stop me!

(Verse 2.)
Surrender the earth. Your resistance is futile.
The Armada of Garlach is diligent and brutal.
Can’t use lightsabers. You can’t use the force.
We’ll take your whole planet and harvest every resource.
Take me to your leader, your leader dies.
Kirk can’t even stop us with Enterprise.
The mighty Lord Xzylor invades, there’s nothing you can do.
I’ll snatch your carbon bodies. Make you boogaloo.

(Bridge.)
Someone better call the Alien Police.
Guess you better call the Alien Police.
Everybody call the Alien Police.
Communicator dialin’ the Alien Police.
At theatre near you. The Alien Police.
On the 4th of July. The Alien Police.
Independence Day. The Alien Police.
Everybody go see The Alien Police

(Hook.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (Saving the world from it’s destruction.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (Brought to you by Wolf In Wool Productions.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (The Major Motion Picture.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (This is the theme song.)

(Intro to Verse 3.)
You in the flying saucer. Pull over!

(Verse 3.)
Now don’t worry. You’re not getting a citation,
And we ain’t takin’ you back to the space station.
We just saw you while we were out on patrol,
And Chalks likes his women with - huh huh - tentacles.
Might be the hottest girls I’ve ever seen.
Even with antennas, and you’re tiny and green.
Doesn’t matter on what planet you’re born.
No lady can resist a man in a uniform.

My hero.

(Hook.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (Saving the world from it’s destruction.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (Brought to you by Wolf In Wool Productions.)
Na na na na. Alien Police. (The Major Motion Picture.)
Wee-ooh. Wee-ooh. Alien Police. (This is the theme song.)

Someone better call the Alien Police.
Guess you better call the Alien Police.
Everybody call the Alien Police.
Communicator dialin’ the Alien Police.
At theatre near you. The Alien Police.
On the 4th of July. The Alien Police.
Independence Day. The Alien Police.
Everybody go see The Alien Police

Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin and Lord Xzylor.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, Godson, and Yochanan Winston Ph.D.
Vocals by Christian Hodges, Nate Hodges, M.C. Chalkskin, Lord Xzylor, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, and Candice Thiem.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Alto Sax, Bass Flute, Tenor Sax: Yochanan Winston Ph.D.
Synth: Godson

Padded Rooms

Written By: D.J. Pop'N'Fresh

(Chorus.)
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.

(Verse 1.)
First name Pop. Middle name N.
Last name Fresh. Related to Chalkskin.
It’s the loud mouth, blacked out, Double Mint Twin.
Whitey’s shadow in the battle of this hip hop trend.
The little rascal with a hand full of that dj spin.
Like Spiderman, flickin’ my wrist is how I reel you in.
Can you believe it? You looked at me you say there is no chance.
I went from little weird kid to rappin’ crazy caveman.
Momma begged Chalk to keep me rappin’ off of the stage.
She said if he didn’t, the asylum would take me away.
What little did they know... I was crazy but smart.
Smart enough to drug Whitey’s donuts after we parked.
Now that I’m up on stage, just a little engaged,
No need to show me like you know me ‘cause I might get tazed.
And if you see people with white jackets and nerd glasses on.
Turn the volme down a notch to the Pop’N’Fresh song.

(Chorus)
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.

(Verse 2)
Yo Chalk you hear that?
The studios under attack!
Pop, relax. Do the rap.
Your wastin’ all the tracks.
You soundin’ like a broken record,
Pull yourself together.
Do what you must follow.
Take your pills in your bottle.
But the assylum’s comin’ to get me.
And my brains are bein’ too busy.
And I’m sweatin’ like food does,
When it’s close to Oprah Winfrey.
And I see dead people and studio paranormal,
Pacin’ in lab coats and floatin’ like gh-gh-GHOSTS!
You’re far from normal Pop,
But you’re crazy it seems.
But I never was this crazy ‘til I joined the Marines.

(Sounds of rapid gunfire, explosions, and warfare.
Pop’N’Fresh stutters in fear.)

(Chorus)
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.

(Verse 3)
Rockin’ and Hip Hoppin’ ‘til the day that I die.
It’s not a metaphore.
You’ll have to kill me with a knife.
Pry the knife outta my cold dead fingas you’ll try.
But I promise you like a zombie, I’ll wake up and I’d bite.
What kind of guy am I to be the institutionalize?
You think I’m crazy, you should’ve seen me inside.
Ain’t a day in Section 8 I didn’t put up a fight.
They had to sew my jacket straight to keep my straight jack tight.
Thank God Chalk helped me to escape on the fly.
But did he really break me out or did they let him slip by.
Regardless this artist
Gon’ get retared, embarkin’,
On every place that you walkin’
Includin’ bathrooms and closets.
Embrace for a moment
Pop’N’Fresh face when he’s on it.
Rockin’ the stage like you want it.
Shakin’ the space like it’s haunted.
Wakin’ the neighbors this mornin’.
They came out racin’ and yawnin’.
To see my face in the audience
Stimulatin’ them all again.

(Chorus)
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.
Padded Rooms just seem too soft to me.
Padded Rooms just make me fall asleep.
Padded Rooms take all my energy.
I don’t wanna go back. I don’t wanna relapse.

Lyrics by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and Godson.
Vocals by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and M.C. Chalkskin.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Synth: Godson

Party Round Back

Written By: M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.

(Intro.)
Big Bubba Jr. is in the hizzy.

(Verse 1.)
He was a school drop out.
A short fry cook.
An Eagle Scout
Read the Good Book.
Fell in love with his wife
When they were in their teens.
Leads a humble life,
But has big dreams.
Dreams with his guitar
With clear, strong voice.
One day he’d be a star
Fill the world with his noise.
Go to Nashville someday,
And he’d take his prize.
But with a child on the way,
Now it’s time for sacrifice.

(Hook.)
(Rap.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
I got a pack of fighting dogs that I never let bark.
Don’t wanna wake my neighbors up in my trailer park.
(Country.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
I’m cryin’ in my beer ‘bout my best friend Buck.
Took my wife. Took my kids. Even took my pick-up truck.

(Verse 2.)
Life can be tough
For simple country folk.
You never have enough
When you’re pregnant and broke.
Still had each other.
With a little bit of luck.
These young lovers
Could stay in that truck
When the days got hot
On those summer nights
When they whispered their thoughts
By dashboard lights.
They had yesterday,
Memories to borrow,
And in the good ole U.S.A.,
You always have tomorrow.

(Hook.)
(Rap.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
You can always see my arms, ‘cause I think that sleeves are whack.
Just an urban cowboy bringin’ Western to the west siiide.
Even a stone cold G can have some redneck pride.
(Country.)
I got business up front. I got a party ‘round back.
I gotta right to bare arms, and I think that sleeves are whack.
Got a tear in my forty ‘bout my homie Jack.
Took my boo. Took my bling. Even took my Cadillac.

(Verse 3.)
She went into labor.
Clocked out from the store.
Called up her neighbor,
Who knocked on her door.
Met her loving husband
At the emergency room.
Not quite the plan,
But she’d be a mother soon.
It’s a miracle of life,
Bringing a baby to this world.
Husband and wife
And now a baby girl.
Daddy swelled with pride.
Then he looked down.
A grown man cries,
His baby is brown.

Yeah. . . About that.

(Rap.)
All my exes live in Texas, so I live in L.A.
Wouldn’t stand by her man. I stopped loving her today.
‘Cause of her cheatin’ heart, now I walk the line.
I fall to pieces, ‘cause she’s always on my mind.
Thought my tractor was sexy. Crazy coal miner’s daughter.
Gave beer to my horses, but horses drink water.
Sure as thunder rolls - sure as lightening strikes,
I’m a man of constant sorrow, so lonesome I could cry.
There goes my life on the road again. Well, happy trails.
Didn’t grow to be a cowboy, ‘cause my momma fails.
But you wanted a cowboy sweetheart. Cowboy took you away.
Broke my achey breaky heart. Now it’s Independence Day!
Hey, good lookin’, how can I help you say goodbye?
How can I boot skoot your honky tonk jive?
Please remember me when you’re in wide open spaces.
And remember I got lots of friends in lots of low places.

Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, The Sneaker Kings (Dennis Ingram, Jim Lakin, and Michael Magnuson), and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and Big Bubba Jr.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Lead Guitar: Michael Magnuson
Bass Guitar: Dennis Ingram
Drums: Jim Lakin
Keys: Chase Pado
Banjo, Jaw Harp, Spoons, Washboard: The Big Bubba Jr. Band

Mystery Track

Written By: M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, and Rich Prophet

(Intro.)
Yeah! Let’s ride. There’s a mystery to solve. Yeah.

(Hook.)
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Where’s Velma? In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!

(Verse 1.)
Let’s take the route by the old lighthouse
With the ghostly ghouls and the creeps about.
Ten foot tall sandwich with sauerkraut.
Pop’N’Fresh shoved the whole thing in his mouth.
And now Chalks is famished.
Gotta stop, ‘cause the Mystery Machine is damaged.
Oh no! We need more than a bandage.
Now, we stuck in the sticks, and I can’t stand it.
Was that a gh-gh-ghost?! But there’s a mystery to solve.
Fred and Daph gotta little bit of history involved.
And Scoob and Shag gotta kitchen with it all
Makin’ sandwiches...
SANDWICHES TEN FEET TALL!

Like, Scoob, these sandwiches look so good!
Uh huh!
Like... Who ate my sandwich?!
Ri ron’t row. Hee hee hee.

(Hook.)
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Where’s Velma? In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!

(Verse 2.)
Yo, Pops is Scooby. I am Shaggy.
Where’s Velma? Same place as Scrappy.
Scooby Dooby Doo, where are you?
We gotta mystery to solve, and we don’t have a clue.
Now don’t get Scooby Dumb.
Globetrotters might just come.
Prepared to fight the Nazi Zombies.
And all of the vampire armies.
Swamp men and ghost riders.
Lava monsters. Glowing divers.
He’s chasin’ me when I go in,
But when I come out I’m chasin’ him!

Gang way!
Hey, Scoob, did you blow out that candle?
Ro!
Well, if you didn’t blow out that candle...
And I didn’t blow out that candle...
Who blew out that candle?!
Yikes!!

(Hook.)
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Where’s Velma? In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!

(Verse 3.)
Hey, guys, we need some clues.
Should I go with Fred or Shag and Scoob?
Hey, Daphne, roll with Freddy,
‘Cause Scoob is a dog, and Shag just ain’t ready.
Zoinks! Don’t be dissin’ the mascot!
And, hey, Fred, why you always wearin’ that ascot?
Don’t question my fashion choices.
What’s that?! I think I hear voices.

Hey, Scoob, go check that out.
Ruh uh!
Oh, come on. Would you do it for a Scooby Snack?
Ruh uh!
How ‘bout two Scooby Snacks?
R’okay.

(Hook.)
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!
Pop is Scooby.
Chalks is Shaggy.
I’ll be Fred, girl.
You can be Daphne.
Where’s Velma? In the Mystery Machine.
Let’s ride... In the Mystery Machine!

Let’s see who this guy really is.
Old Man Withers?!
From the Haunted Amusement Park!
And I would have gotten away with it too...
If it hadn’t been for you soft, cute little kids.
Huh huh huh.

Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, and Rich Prophet.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and Godson.
Vocals by Rich Prophet, M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, and Candice Thiem.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Synth: Godson

Peace In The Middle East

Written By: M.C. Chalkskin and Arab Money

(Intro.)
Arab Money
If I could change a couple things in this world...
I’d change a lot.
Let’s sing this song and make it change.
.
(Verse 1.)
Happened one night at my favorite club.
Always playin’ my music. The place always jumps.
Hottest girl I’ve seen walks through the door.
Arab Money takes her out... out to the floor.
Now, I never believed in love at first sight.
‘Least not ‘til I saw those two that night.
Yamoney’s falling hard. Yeah, he was falling fast.
Tryin’ run from love, but he wouldn’t last.
My boy was crushing hard. Could see it in his eyes.
Until A. Money stopped and bid his goodbyes.
I pulled him aside, look him in the face.
He said she’s wearin’ a Star of David necklace.
His face had changed. Something inside died.
He was fighting a war way deep inside.
Took one last look, then he walked away.
Told me he could fall in love another other day.

(Hook.)
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G-d is love.
G-d is good.
Love each other.
Try to do good.
G-d loves His children.
We were made in his image.
He breathed life into us.
Gave us all the same heartbeat.
G-d gave us all the same strong heart.

(Verse 2.)
Me and my boys, chillin’ at the club.
We got game to hook up. Our door’s always open.
I’m already out of my mind.
Just call it a party after the party.
I won’t ever stop until I’m in my grave. Girl’s takin’ my breath away.
But I see one walkin’ in. She’s so beautiful. I want her in my life.
She’s starin’ at me, so I wink at her.
Her legs are so sexy. My heart’s in her hands, and I want to get it.
I’m going to her with my head up. Better lock the doors, it’s about to get wild.
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout breakin’ chairs. I want her to dance.
Song after song, I’m still shakin’ on the same girl.
She’s in my story. Love’s not even the beginning.
She tells me she wants a man. Lucky girl to be with Arab Money.
I sneak a kiss on her cheek. Oh my God! I committed a crime!
Start hearin’ strange voices flowin’ through my head. I deserve to be dead.
She’s wearing a Star of David necklace. Six star Jew.
I’m not coming back. Pretend Arab Money was never here!

(Hook.)
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ENGLISH:
G-d is love.
G-d is good.
Love each other.
Try to do good.
G-d loves His children.
We were made in his image.
He breathed life into us.
Gave us all the same heartbeat.
G-d gave us all the same strong heart.

(Verse 3.)
Same old story ‘bout girl meets boy.
Witnessed third party by a rapping goy.
Now I’m an outsider, but this is how I feel.
I’m standing up for love. Let’s keep it real.
I’m baptized by fire. I’m here to preach.
Throw up my hands, tryin’ to reach
My way up to Heaven with prayers for peace.
Spread some love throughout the Middle East.
Charity’s not a hobby. It’s how you should live.
Don’t horde your love. Make it ready to give.
War with our brothers puts us to shame.
God’s breath in us. Heartbeats the same.
Find peace within. You know it’s there.
Find love in your heart. There’s plenty to share.
The lamp lite flickers, guiding the way.
Gotta vow to learn to love today.

(Hook.)
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G-d is love.
G-d is good.
Love each other.
Try to do good.
G-d loves His children.
We were made in his image.
He breathed life into us.
Gave us all the same heartbeat.
G-d gave us all the same strong heart.
G-d is love.
G-d is good.
Love each other.
Try to do good.
G-d loves His children.
We were made in his image.
He breathed life into us.
Gave us all the same heartbeat.
G-d gave us all the same strong heart.

2011. Wake up!
Time to love. Stop the war.
Come on, people! Why and for what?
God’s watching you! God’s watching you!

Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin and Arab Money.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, Rama, Kathy Robbins, Yochanan Winston Ph.D., and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin, Kathy Robbins, and Arab Money.
Translated by Kathy Robbins

T 'N A

Written By: M.C. Chalkskin and J-Man

(Intro.)
Pops and I is having a pool party, and J-Man’s invited.
He’s doing some cannonballs, getting all the ladies wet.

(Hook)
I love your T n’ A, girl. I love your T n’ A.
I wanna get down on my knees and thank your DNA.
Oh, I love your T n’ A. Yeah, girl your T n’ A.
Love to watch your hips sway each and every day.

(Verse 1.)
Loved T n’ A since the day I was born.
Huge admirer of the female form.
Top and bottom and front and back.
When they’re racked or when they’re stacked.
Can’t get enough. Always want more.
Like what I see. Can I take the tour?
Tease with your T’s and A’s combined.
Like how you’re built. Want the design.
With visions so kind, I’m glad I’m not blind.
Leave me panting when I see you’re behind.
Love an educated body. That much is clear.
Always happiy when a girl’s well reared.
Love your outfit, but can I confess?
Wonder what you look like when you’re undressed.
Gettin’ some stock from your Fannie Mae.
Then telescopin’ your milky way.

(Hook)
I love your T n’ A, girl. I love your T n’ A.
I wanna get down on my knees and thank your DNA.
Oh, I love your T n’ A. Yeah, girl your T n’ A.
Love to watch your hips sway each and every day.

(Intro.)
J-Man, there’s too many girls up in here. I need you to take ‘em for a while.

(Verse 2.)
Wassup, ladies? Uhh. You lookin’ good.
Your T is so classy, but your A is so hood.
It’s all good. You got that boom boom pow.
You say, “Nuh uh. You ain’t gettin’ me in the bedroom now.”
Slow down. I just appreciate your T ‘n A.
Climbin’ on my stage like Beyonce. (Ay!)
Come sing. I’ll play to your bodies instrumental.
Put my hands up on your high notes. Drop it low and bring the treble.
Whoa. Shoulda seen ‘em when they came up.
T ‘n A hit the brain, Katrinad my whole game up.
Ain’t a lame duck. Spit my game with my baby face.
Girl, you got that heavenly body. Straight from outer space.
Let’s bounce without a trace and go somewhere private.
Sensually measure your seat and cup sizes.
I know you like it, but go ‘head and talk your talk.
I just wanna see you work that badonkadonk.

(Bridge.)
T to the N. From the N to the A.
I love your booty all day and all night.
I love your booty right. We good friends.
‘Cause I love a girl with a big back end.

(Hook)
I love your T n’ A, girl. I love your T n’ A.
I wanna get down on my knees and thank your DNA.
Oh, I love your T n’ A. Yeah, girl your T n’ A.
Love to watch your hips sway each and every day.

(Verse 3.)
Went to a convention the other day.
Fell in love with a girl that loves to cos-play.
I know it’s nerdy, but what can I say?
She-Hulk gets me hot with her gamma ray.
Wonder Woman with her gold bracelets,
Truth lassos, and invisible jets.
Strings me along like a marionette.
Hot as a flaming charcoal briquette.
Supergirl tearin’ off her suit.
Rogue and Jean and Storm are cute.
Tifa Lockhart’s top. Chun-Li’s thighs.
Anime chicks with really big eyes.
Jasmine, Belle, Ariel, and Tink.
Even think it’s hot when she plays Link.
Don’t say this track lost it’s way.
I’m rappin’ ‘bout ladies with T n’ A.

(Hook)
I love your T n’ A, girl. I love your T n’ A.
I wanna get down on my knees and thank your DNA.
Oh, I love your T n’ A. Yeah, girl your T n’ A.
Love to watch your hips sway each and every day.

T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.
T ‘n A, girl.

Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin and J-Man.
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and J-Man.
Mixed and Mastered by Dre.
Synth: Godson

Still Kickin' It

Written By: M.C. Chalkskin, D.J. Pop'N'Fresh, J-Man, Lord Xzylor, Arab Money, and Rich Prophet

(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

Hit The Floor

Written By: M.C. Chalkskin

(Hook)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.

(Verse 1.)
It’s Friday night. My work is done.
I hit the clubs. Have some fun.
Meet a girl. Hope she’s the one.
And I won’t stop dancin’ till I see the sun.
Got my best shirt. My best shoes.
Burnin’ up the room with my best moves.
Tryin’ everything. Got nothin’ to lose.
Never leave the floor. They’re all my grooves.

(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.

(Verse 2.)
Brought your lady out, lookin’ for romance.
You stand on the side. Won’t take a chance.
She’s pullin’ your hand, itchin’ to dance.
You say, “A different song. I prefer trance.”
She goes alone. You’re a bore.
You hit the bar. Drink like a chore.
By the time you have the nerve to hit the floor,
I’m dancin’ with your honey. She’s beggin’ for more.

(Bridge.)
All the ladies in the club put your hands on your hips.
Hands on your hips.
Hands on your hips.
Now, baby, lick your lips.
All the fellahs in the club put your feet side-by-side.
Your feet side-by-side.
And slide!

(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.

(Verse 3.)
Fingers in her hair. Flows like a lake
She looks as good as a birthday cake.
Smiles like a nymph. Gives her hips a shake.
Blowin’ on my flute tryin’ to charm my snake.
I cross the floor and make my play.
Actin’ cool, I just say, “Hey.”
She’s all up on me. Holds me at bay.
Says, “I’m really a guy. Hope you’re gay.”

(Hook.)
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.
1… 2… 3… 4.
Everybody hit the floor.

Lyrics by M.C. Chalkskin
Music by D.J. Pop'N'Fresh and Godson.
Vocals by M.C. Chalkskin and D.J. Pop'N'Fresh.
Synth: Godson

Discography

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