[Intro]

One, two, three, four

Hit it!

[Verse 1: Family Four]

One two, three four, three four

One two, three four we're back for more

'Cause we're the funky, the fabulous, the Family Four

We gonna freak you down to the funky beat

Just get on up on the floor and make ya move your feet

'Cause we'll move you, groove you across the floor

And we party to the rhythm like never before

So come on everybody join in the fun

'Cause we're four MCs that rap like one!

From the north, from the south

And the bottom and top

Said the Family Four guaranteed to rock

So let's rock, rock, don't dare stop

And come on, fly girls gonna hit the top

We're a group of MCs just as plain as can be

And we rock the house so viciously

So when you come on in and pay the donation

We're ready to rock in any situation

Everybody in the house gonna taste the bass

Because we never came and jam and didn't rock the place

And we're the Family Four and we're in your town

But don't stop rockin' until we tell you who's down

My mellow Mike C use your ingenuity

To rhyme on time for the young ladies

He's a super MC and he's ready to play

You say he goes by the name of Kid Vicious B.J

The Kid K.C. young ladies believe

That's he the best MC in history

And he's Tony Tone on the microphone

Just rockin' for the ladies that came all alone

We're MCs with responsibility

We got the highest degree in sociology

We're the Family Four, it's about that time

So check out the rhymes that'll blow your mind

And to the beat y'all, and ya don't stop

[Verse 2: Kid Vicious B.J.]

I'm the B double E, J-A-Y

I got a certain quality that seems to mystify

I'm on the microphone and when I say my name

The crowd starts jumpin' and acts insane

Is it the personality of the Vicious B.J.?

Or could it be astrology that have 'em actin' this way

December 22nd was the day I was born

Under the Zodiac sign of a Capricorn

We're demandin', understandin' and we're super, super lovers

Capricorn, there is no other

I made up mind and it came to be arranged

So don'tcha even think about makin' a change

Because we have abilities

Rock on, we're Capricorn

And Mike C, my mellow, it's on you

So whatcha wanna do?

[Verse 3: Mike C]

I'm just a love child, goin' wild

Scoopin' all the freaks

I gotta keep 'em all in check so I won't get [?]

This rhyme every time, no matter what I say

When I'm talkin' to a girl she gonna give me a play

I'm like a double-trouble Barney Rubble and Flintstone

Like K.C., B.J. and like my man Tony Tone

Like cuttin' fast through the glass, I'm number one that last

The shot to make it rock and the flash to the past

A super-duper scooper when it comes to your ladies

A undercover lover but don't know about my babies

'Cause I'm a jet plane, funk sprayin' high in the sky

Just a puffin' on the cheeba but not gettin' high

K.C. it's on you

To just show the people, show the people

What ya wanna do

[Verse 4: Kid K.C.]

Talkin' 'bout Judy and Barbara, Jane

And all the fly girls wanna know my name

Well take it down, I'm called the Kid K.C

'Cause I'm known from London and Tennessee

I'm listed in the Post and the New York Times

The K.C. is on all the fly girls' minds

You hope for the best, settle for less

K walked through the door and got much more

Tony Tone, my mellow

What it looks like when you're on the mic?

[Verse 5: Tony Tone]

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop

'Cause I'm a one of a kind and I can rock your mind

I could do it two times at one time

I'm a certified master of ceremony

'Cause I'm next in line to inherent king money

What separates me from other MCs

I'm cool, calm, very confident

'Cause every word I said, just know I meant

'Cause it's a natural fact to try to counter-react

But I spank to the rhythm, gotta bring it right back

Got rhymes a lot, got rhymes galore

Young ladies never heard it like this before

Got dukes, earls, and fly girls

Lieutenants, captains, and admirals

Tryna figure out a way to take on the Tone

And no they just can't do it alone

I think I walk, talk kinda southern

Try to knock me off just to take a step forward

That's okay, I'm gonna settle the score

With the help of my crew called Family Four

Mike C, what you came to do?

I came to shout, turn out, and party too

K.C. ho, what you came to do?

I came to shout, turn out, and party too

B.J., what you came to do?

I came to bop, don't stop and party with you

Well Tony Tone, what you came to do?

Came to shout, turn out, and party too

[Verse 6: Family Four]

We're kings it would seem, of a disco scene

And when the party start you'll see what we mean

We can rock, impress, two minutes or less

And make the rest best and head due west

We're the Family disco and we're down by law

We're known throughout the world as the Family Four

We're cool, calm, and very versatile

And when we rock on the mic all the ladies smile

We're the Family Four and just like a bomb

We're ready to rock at any alarm

We can rock to a beat for any nationality

'Cause we do it with finesse and authority

Just give us a mic and a funky, funky beat

Make ya get up on the floor, make you do the freak

Because we're the group that's meant to be

The baddest MCs of the century

Well there's gonna come a day when I got to say

Tony Tone put away the MC play

Get with the books, that give a girl second looks

Find me a job, try to work real hard

Be a one-woman lover, give up all the others

Promise myself they'll not be another

But all the fly girls, you can still get some

'Cause I'm stickin' it out with number one

But you could do me a favor, try to still remember

I was born on the 16th day of September

Virgo, you rock the house

And Mike C, my mellow

What it look like when you're on the mic?

[Verse 7: Mike C]

'Cause I'm the king without a crown

All the talk of the town

And all the young ladies bite when I'm, too, gettin' down

'Cause when I'm on the microphone ya see I rock so good

I'm glad to be in the neighborhood

You just take your time and you will see

There's no one better on land or sea

Except K.C., hey rock the beat y'all

K.C., it's on you

So just show the people, show the people what ya wanna do

[Verse 8: Kid K.C.]

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop

Keep on, keep on, I'ma sing my song

Rockin' on the mic with the Family Four

Make me feel real proud and a whole lot more

I'm tryna make it known in a helluva way

That the kid K.C. is here to stay

Let's uphill climb or downhill fall

Or tryna make yourself something when you're nothin' at all

So you take a wrong way on a 2-way street

But the road of success is at the end of the beat

Rappin' on the mic 'til the very end

Tryna push my way through thick and thin

I won't give up, I'm gonna press my luck, huh

Can't get enough of that MC stuff

B.J., my mellow

What it look like when you're on the mic?

[Verse 9: Kid Vicious B.J.]

To the beat y'all, and you don't stop

Keep on, to the break of dawn

When we first started out we had a obligation

To be the best crew in the nation

Now we're number one and that's no bull

'Cause we can rhyme on time, from ten until

Say we are the king when it comes to the mic

We can rock to a beat that makes you feel alright

You walk through the door, just work on a tease

So when you rock with the Four you get a guarantee

We're the Family Four and when we're rockin' on

The beat don't stop to the early dawn

'Cause we're the Four MC, rock viciously

'Cause you stop at the door and paid your money

To hear the best cut, to hear the best rhyme

To dance across the floor and have a good time

The Family Four, we're gonna turn it out

For all the fly girls that's in the house!

[Verse 10: Family Four]

This world a trip, we're gonna tell you why

It got wars, whores, and gangs galore

It got little old ladies born in 1904

It got crooks stealing and going to jail

It got 14 year old kids who can't get bail

It got 10 year old kids who be having guns

Just shootin' everybody and thinkin' it's fun

And I hope nobody wanna give us some

Because the Family Four, we don't want none

Don't play with guns, don't need no harm

Don't need no stick lady knockin' at my door

And even though my mama won't let 'em in

You say stuff like that we don't wanna begin

It make your family look bad, makes your mama sad

To get an old-fashioned whoopin' from your dad

You think the man is wrong, but the man is right

You say stuff like that makes your family uptight

You start arguin' with your sister, fightin' with your brother

I tried to tell your mother that Parkay butter

Then tellin' your pops that you're gonna leave home

'Cause they don't let you rap on the telephone

So you're out on the street and tryin' to push dope

When you're out of powder, ya sniff some coke

Then you buy some cheeba and some dust

Then you go on home 'cause ya head about to bust

You started screamin' and you're dreamin' and you're gettin' a knife

And then you take away your family's life

When the cops all come you think it's not true

Ho, yes them cops they take your life too

That dope, coke, dust and cheeba

You tell the cop but he didn't believe ya

Anyway, now you're dead today

No more ridin' with B.J. in a jazzy O.J.  

No more ridin' with Mike C in a jazzy O.J.  

No more K.C. in a jazzy O.J.  

No more Tony Tone in a jazzy O.J.  

'Cause we won't pay the way, check it out!

[Verse 11: Kid Vicious B.J.]

To the beat y'all, you don't stop, keep on

I'm Kid Vicious B.J. and I rock the party

For the jazzy young ladies with the def, def bodies

To the other MC, you're jealous of me

'Cause I walk 'round the block with the jazzy ladies

One on the right and one on the left

Got two in the back and they're all lookin' def

With their Jordache jeans and different color velour

You never seen a girl like this before

Because Vicious B.J. know all different kinds

Of jazzy young lady that'll blow your mind

Light-skinned, dark-skinned, Puerto Rican, white

If you're down with B.J. you gotta be alright

'Cause I like the girl with the personality

That make me feel like I'm with the young lady

Kid Vicious B.J., I got a lotta class

That's why you never see me talkin' to no trash

And to the hip-hop, don't stop

Mike C get on the mic and help me rock

[Verse 12: Mike C]

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop

To the beat, don't wanna stop

You call OJ, Best Style, Touch Of Class

You wanna get down, gotta see us fast

You got five bucks left, what you gonna do?

You drop five bucks to see the Family crew

And then you come party hearty and you're havin' a ball

Just a-clappin' your hands to the Family Four

But when it's time to go home, no it's not funny

When you search your pockets and you find no money

Start footin' it home but it's too far

And then you say to yourself that you wish you had a car

But that's alright, at least you had some fun

But just remember us the Family because it's number one

K.C., it's on you

So just take your turn and show 'em what you wanna do

[Verse 13: Kid K.C.]

K.C., to the highest degree

I'm the best MC in history

We're up, we're down, in your town

Just about ready so stick around

Tony Tone on the left, Mike C on the right

K.C. and B.J., we make it outta sight

It's the four MC that make you wanna freak

Tony Tone, my mellow

What it look like when you're on the mic?

[Verse 14: Tony Tone]

Ding-ding-da-bah, bah-bah-ba-ding

And a hip-hop you don't stop

'Cause I was strollin' along and seen a jazzy young girl

Standin' all alone without a man in the world

So I made up my mind and I approached her slowly

I said "Hey young lady do you feel kinda funny?"

So we started to talk and then I asked her her name

She said 'Call me what you want 'cause it's all the same"

So we talked and we walked, it seemed like forever

But due to the time, I got to know her better

You're my type of girl, just what I like

You got style with profile and you look outta sight

And just before all the conversation was through

I told her leave your number, name and address too

She said "Hey Tony Tone now whatdya mean?"

I said after today you're my Queen

So let's cut the rules and the formality

You call me Anthony 'cause that's naturally

We gonna party, you people, in stereo

Show ya what ya got because you already know

Tony Tone's a cold crusher

Mike C y'all, he's a lover

B.J., cold crusher

Kid K.C., he's a lover

Kenny G, cold crusher

Kev-Ski y'all, he's a lover

Family Four, cold crusher

Young lady, we're the lover

Manhattanville, cold crusher