Lyrics:

Nevertheless am I dressed for the occasion It?s number 32 now here?s the situation If the beat moves your feet then don?t change the station Pack your bags cause we?re leaving on a permanent vacation Well, I?m a disaster A microphone master Put on your tape and rock your ghetto blaster It?s not about the money, cars, hotels, or resorts About sweating all the bitches in the biker shorts I?m Dave Brown Sound and you see me running late Cause I?m always making time to make your girlie feel great And I?m Bizzy D from way down town I?m known to rock a mic like a king was a crown When I?m on top I?m gonna borrow that bootie Hustling deals like Mickey Macoote When I wake up I like a pound of bacon Start off the day with my arteries shaking [Chorus x4] Rock! It's what we're all about It's what we live for C'mon shout it out Well I bring down the house in every city we play Just from pickin' up the mic' in a usual way We rock and talk with a bass that's funny We could even tear it up at a grade school party Well I can keep the beat but I can't break dis It's hard to look cool in crazy pants But I wear 'em anyway even when they look whack It's my personal way to bring the 80's back Gave up the life of servin' burger and fries High cholesterol gettin' grease in my eyes I was drinkin' underage I belong on stage Hello rock 'n' roll goodbye minimum wage I'm teachin' you a lesson in mic' control Makin' rhymes with my letters in my cereal bowl Lucky number seven every dice I roll Sum 41 to the power as the poon patrol [Chorus x4] Well it's a...I'm makin' one th