I make you drip-drop and bop, and swing and move your head back

When you're driving your car, you listen close to the star

Rhythm X I funk flock fleet and flowaway

Garbage I throwaway to take it to the pickup truck

Suckas don't give a beep necks don't give a beat

I bet a buck on your wife, I make another hit

Stomp my comp out and swing like yogi berra

Get another buick, a brand new riviera

Green coupe mercedes, a rolls royce maybe

Have madonna on tour with the carriage in my baby

Little Rhythm X first, second Poppa large

If a girl come in third we'll name em' Mary J. Blarge

My funky style, with my funky freaky rhythm

Keep the brothers on the corner with the gossip in the rhythm

I know I'm bad too the bone

I hang alone

CRUSIN IN STYLE, I WANNA FLEX

(COLD PEEIN' ON EM)

Continue I ease back and stretch in my limousine

Look at the corny rappers who're faking and wilin' mean

I know I'm hungry as hell, I hit your barrels

Italian kids, with my tape in they camero's

I'm not down with the ?mirk ,merkts?, the chicken curry

Saving that old cash, they vision blurry

They say who rhythm? who X? he ain't a pop group

But every time I look a wacker rapper drop troop

I funk styles, I make styles, freestyles

I pump styles, I write styles, see styles

I jack styles, prepare em then I hook em up

I'm ?rugged rug? with a pen, then a pad

I make emcees walk up, 'yo keith you bad

I'll give you my girl for every rhyme in the world'

One million, two million, three million, four

I move and take the money with his girl through the door

CRUSIN IN STYLE, I WANNA FLEX

(COLD PEEIN' ON EM)

Yo gimme a pound, Yo gimme a pound

Yo gimme a pound, yeah yeah, I know I'm down

I listen to old tapes, my favorite James Brown

Not an emcee bean, dropping bright stinky nights

Let me pee on the mike and wake em up with this style

Have the ladies on my tip, they know I'm sweaty style

I don't sing-sing, and jingle with jing-a-ling

Critics can look and zippy-zap, see my ding-a-ling

I write the rhymes your moms like, the rhymes your pops like

Then throw your tape out the window right?

They know the X is hype, they know the X is dope

They know the X is no joke

YEAH, yo put the crack down man, stop sniffing coke

I see my chauffeur is ready, the black rolls royce

CRUSIN IN STYLE, I WANNA FLEX

(COLD PEEIN' ON EM)