Get the Point -

Uh!

Here we go!

Ha!

Ha!

Pump it up, pump it up now!

Yo Sabir!

(Yo!)

What’s up black?

(Chillin')

Hook me up a funky dope track

So I can rip and run through it

(As cool as this though?)

Yeah that’ll do it

The man, that never, never plays

Always got something constructive to say

So I think ya better cover up

Go to the store and pick the damn album up

Then listen up close

The C.E.B.

is blowin' up from here to West coast

So Hops I came to get my props

And in the end, collect my dough and knots

It’s the C, the O, the O, the L, the C again

This video is different than the ones ya see me in

But then again, it’s sorta like the same

The only thing that’s different that I’m rhyming with my gang

I’m Cool, that’s Eaze, that’s Bittenoob

And we’re all up on your tittenube

That’s why C.E.B.'s smokin' the joint (Ha!)

So did you get the point?

Yo Sabir!

(Yo!)

What’s up black?

(Still chillin')

Hook me up a funky track

So I can rip and run through it

(Yo Eaze is this dope?)

That’ll do it

Now rappers always steppin' to the stepper

I guess they’re jealous of me just 'cause I can wreck a

Microphone, check one to the two and

And nothing will ever stop me from doin' what I’m doin'

Now brothers like to brag and brothers like to boast

I teach class while they sit right takin' notes

Now what in the world makes them think they can sneak by me?

I’m not on display so why you tryin' to try me?

Now I’m laid back, thinkin' about the payback

Just another way to let you know that I don’t play that

The E-A-Z-E, so what’s it gonna be G?

Now you gotta see me, just because you flee me

While homie it’s a brand new decade

And I’ll be damn if we don’t get paid

And if my record label try to flake up on this joint

I guess they didn’t get the point

Homeboys, did you get the point?

(Yeah, you know we got the point!)

Ladies, did you get the point?

(Yeah, you know we got the point!)

Break it down!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

Jump!

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Jump!

Jump!

Yo Cool and Eaze!

(What's up Sabir?)

Was the track dope enough?

(Yeah,)

But I knew it took time

(Yo Boob, won’t you show 'em you can rhyme?)

Well it’s the B to the O to the O to the B the I the E

Steady is patient and I’m going with the H-T

Now when I make a funky sound it’s for you not me

So we can all have a ball and I’m sure you’ll agree

So all the ladies, let me see your hands

So that we can show and prove that I am the man

When it comes to this here thing

I’m more bounce to the ounce with a funky, funky swing

Now who can resist a twist of a wrist

That holds a mic tight like this?

No one so don’t front and move with the groove

And no, you still can’t fit in my shoes

But after I dog 'em, sure you can have 'em

Well make sure that you grab 'em

Nice and quickly, before you miss me in the joint

Now did you catch my point?

Yo Cool!

Did they get the point?

(Yeah you know they got the point!)

Yo Eaze!

Did they get the point?

(You know they got the point)

Yo Boob!

Did they get the point?

(Yeah you know they got the point!)

Did they get the point?

(We know they got the point!)