YOU BE WRAPPIN'

One day at Roberto's I was laughing at a joke
Chewing on my taco and i started to choke
Everybody screamed--they gave me the Heimlich
I have to say: ``the tortilla made me sick''
In walks a dude dressed Addidas black and red
Carrying a ghetto blaster up against his head
He didn't walk straight--kind of side to side
I could tell from his walk he had a rappin' mans pride

You be rappin'
You be rappin'
You be rappin'
(45rpm)

Boom Cha music gives me a headache
I want to sleep but it's keeping me awake
Records are to hear--not to scratch
I'm not going to put up with that
So STOP!

You go: ``ho, ho ho''
All you ever do is boast about yourselves
Or preach ``No Drugs!'' to everybody else
Black Supremacy bad as the K.K.K.
Both of you are wrong and we're the ones who pay

Run DMC, Whodini, Dream Team
You ``Talk Too Much'' if you know what I mean
I could care less who you listen to
If you rap, rap fast `cause Boom Cha is through