Lyrics B-Boy - Crown City Rockers

Ok, uh huh
This a dedication to my late night rappers y'all
The fiend writers, the break dancers, rhyme romancers
This for y'all
This is my ode to the B-boy right here
This for y'all (Crown City)

Yo
Beat street wild style, yo MTV raps
Crap, '76 'lacs, mics, and soul claps
Abstract, kangols, and baseball hats
R.T.D. L.P's and subway maps
Gang tats, kicking fresh freestyle raps
Hoodied up looking so what and being in packs
Star Wars, corner stores, getting yours, world tours
One arm hugs, new songs making you bug
Walkmans, that rapper you can't stand
Not being able to rhyme without using your hands
The Running Man, soul jams '88 to '93
Rakim, M.C. Lyte, Stetsasonic, Heavy D
Wack M.Cs? Fresh M.Cs!
Windmills '90s pop lock rock freeze!
Stacking cheese, 40s and trees
T-shirts, khakis, doing things the G way
Like graffiti on the freeway
Altadena, East Bay, moving your neck
Where your hands in the air is a sign of respect
Street intellect, derelict knowledge in the rhyme
Greeting with a pound, nod
Throwing up a sign
The perfect set, when D.J.s get wreck
The feeling when the music in the club make you sweat
Mix tapes acting like you hard when you ain't
Sound and smell of an aerosol can when you paint (yeah!)

I love being a B-Boy!
I love being a B-Boy! (I love it!)

B-Boy poses while you rappin' along
Everybody in the club really feeling the song
It started in New York with some tables and mics
Now every country on the planet got somebody who write
And that's tight like fistfights really through it
Paying dues doing music
Tagging black books, hardcore looks
Circles so the dancers get busy
Culture felt and dealt from suburbs to inner cities
Ugly and pretty, people get with me, group photos
Slang rhyming to yourself just to maintain
With your booming system, rocking fresh gear
Records in pairs, B-Girls backpacks
Kinda limping when you walk 'cause it's been like that
Riding the rails, staring at walls by train tracks
Crocasacks saggin', rockin' with a live band
Ripping next level music with the mic in my hand
My friends is fam', hear the music, groove to it
Being first generation hip-hop music
Culture pride, rocking hats to the side, plushed out rides
All beat diggers worldwide
Vibe to the drum loops, soul, reggae, and roots
Forming groups, idolizing scrap and scoop
Knowing the 'B' in B-Boy stands for break
I'm still using the term, yo, it sound so great!

I love being a B-Boy!
I love being a B-Boy! (B-, B-, B-, B-, B-, B-, B-, B-Boy)
Yo! Chilling in my B-Boy stance!
I love being a B-Boy! (hahaha, yeah)

"All of those who love hip-hop music make some noise!"
"Hip-hop music, make some noise!"