Lyrics:

[Hook]
Y'all know you can't rock like us
Subnoize KMK always packin' out the club
Who do you know who can rock like us
Daddy X D-Loc and our homie Johnny Rich
Y'all know you can't rock like us
Subnoize KMK always packin' out the club
Who do you know who can rock like us
Daddy X D-Loc and our homie Johnny Rich

[Verse 1: D-Loc]
That's my Klick, homie don't trip
I'm walkin' through the club with my hand on my dick
Hey yo peep the flip, shit sound clean
Shine it up good if you know what I mean
Keepin' the green, stackin' my chips
Buyin' up the land where the trees get clipped
Settin' my plan layin' low in the snow
Camouflage on with my huntin' rifle
Dog on the hill and bark your gettin' bit
Y'all know you can't rock, rock like this
Knockin' em down with these underground hits
Up in the club fools talkin' big shit (big shit)
Who wants to get a bomb dropped on their lid?
Drop, Drop, Drop it like it's hot
Drop, Drop, Drop it like it's hot
Who want to feel the bass rock on this shit?

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Daddy X]
We keep the whole spot poppin' like some cocaine
We got em bubblin' and poppin' like champagne
And the funny thing is I'm feeling no pain
It's like slow motion livinfgin the fast lane
I keep em all fiending hot from the vocal booth
I'm like a cavity creep on your back tooth
Tryin' to rot out your mouth from the old school
I'll disintergrate your crew when the spit shoots, fool!

[Verse 3: Johnny Richter]
Maniac on stage poised to attack
Ready to grip the mic and holdin' nothin' back
I'ts a combat battle between me and the crowd
And when the dust settles better watch the crowd go wild
Watch the pit get goin', watch the girls get naked
Often imitated but we never duplicated
Yeah, we pioneers been doin this for years
We originators of this whole rip hop biz, bitch!

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Johnny Richter]
I shoot the shit with he greatest of ease
Knocking birds out the sky like I'm blasting skeets
You fucking pigeons don't play when I grab my twelve gauge
Always lock and load, always ready to blaze
You'll be amazed how the King's do it when we get to it
In a haze is how we livin' feelin' dumb and stupid
Can't nobody rock a party like us
We stay lead in the race while your eatin' our dust, what?

[Verse 5: Daddy X]
It's that O-C, O-G, K-I-N-G
P-T-B, Daddy X that's me!
Comin' from the burbs, feedin' off the bird
Chirp, chirp, chirp, everybody's gettin' served
Get what you deserve when you f**kin' with the best
Come into the nest and your egg gets cracked
Step back, you don't need to stress
You don't want to mess with the King Klick comin' from the west!

[Hook x2]