One, two, three, four
Hit it!

One two, three four, three four
One two, three four we're back for more
'Cause we're the funky, the fabulous, the Family Four
We gonna freak you down to the funky beat
Just get on up on the floor and make ya move your feet
'Cause we'll move you, groove you across the floor
And we party to the rhythm like never before
So come on everybody join in the fun
'Cause we're four MCs that rap like one!
From the north, from the south
And the bottom and top
Said the Family Four guaranteed to rock
So let's rock, rock, don't dare stop
And come on, fly girls gonna hit the top
We're a group of MCs just as plain as can be
And we rock the house so viciously
So when you come on in and pay the donation
We're ready to rock in any situation
Everybody in the house gonna taste the bass
Because we never came and jam and didn't rock the place
And we're the Family Four and we're in your town
But don't stop rockin' until we tell you who's down
My mellow Mike C use your ingenuity
To rhyme on time for the young ladies
He's a super MC and he's ready to play
You say he goes by the name of Kid Vicious B.J
The Kid K.C. young ladies believe
That's he the best MC in history
And he's Tony Tone on the microphone
Just rockin' for the ladies that came all alone
We're MCs with responsibility
We got the highest degree in sociology
We're the Family Four, it's about that time
So check out the rhymes that'll blow your mind
And to the beat y'all, and ya don't stop

I'm the B double E, J-A-Y
I got a certain quality that seems to mystify
I'm on the microphone and when I say my name
The crowd starts jumpin' and acts insane
Is it the personality of the Vicious B.J.?
Or could it be astrology that have 'em actin' this way
December 22nd was the day I was born
Under the Zodiac sign of a Capricorn
We're demandin', understandin' and we're super, super lovers
Capricorn, there is no other
I made up mind and it came to be arranged
So don'tcha even think about makin' a change
Because we have abilities
Rock on, we're Capricorn
And Mike C, my mellow, it's on you
So whatcha wanna do?

I'm just a love child, goin' wild
Scoopin' all the freaks
I gotta keep 'em all in check so I won't get
This rhyme every time, no matter what I say
When I'm talkin' to a girl she gonna give me a play
I'm like a double-trouble Barney Rubble and Flintstone
Like K.C., B.J. and like my man Tony Tone
Like cuttin' fast through the glass, I'm number one that last
The shot to make it rock and the flash to the past
A super-duper scooper when it comes to your ladies
A undercover lover but don't know about my babies
'Cause I'm a jet plane, funk sprayin' high in the sky
Just a puffin' on the cheeba but not gettin' high
K.C. it's on you
To just show the people, show the people
What ya wanna do

Talkin' 'bout Judy and Barbara, Jane
And all the fly girls wanna know my name
Well take it down, I'm called the Kid K.C
'Cause I'm known from London and Tennessee
I'm listed in the Post and the New York Times
The K.C. is on all the fly girls' minds
You hope for the best, settle for less
K walked through the door and got much more
Tony Tone, my mellow
What it looks like when you're on the mic?

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop
'Cause I'm a one of a kind and I can rock your mind
I could do it two times at one time
I'm a certified master of ceremony
'Cause I'm next in line to inherent king money
What separates me from other MCs
I'm cool, calm, very confident
'Cause every word I said, just know I meant
'Cause it's a natural fact to try to counter-react
But I spank to the rhythm, gotta bring it right back
Got rhymes a lot, got rhymes galore
Young ladies never heard it like this before
Got dukes, earls, and fly girls
Lieutenants, captains, and admirals
Tryna figure out a way to take on the Tone
And no they just can't do it alone
I think I walk, talk kinda southern
Try to knock me off just to take a step forward
That's okay, I'm gonna settle the score
With the help of my crew called Family Four
Mike C, what you came to do?
I came to shout, turn out, and party too
K.C. ho, what you came to do?
I came to shout, turn out, and party too
B.J., what you came to do?
I came to bop, don't stop and party with you
Well Tony Tone, what you came to do?
Came to shout, turn out, and party too

We're kings it would seem, of a disco scene
And when the party start you'll see what we mean
We can rock, impress, two minutes or less
And make the rest best and head due west
We're the Family disco and we're down by law
We're known throughout the world as the Family Four
We're cool, calm, and very versatile
And when we rock on the mic all the ladies smile
We're the Family Four and just like a bomb
We're ready to rock at any alarm
We can rock to a beat for any nationality
'Cause we do it with finesse and authority
Just give us a mic and a funky, funky beat
Make ya get up on the floor, make you do the freak
Because we're the group that's meant to be
The baddest MCs of the century
Well there's gonna come a day when I got to say
Tony Tone put away the MC play
Get with the books, that give a girl second looks
Find me a job, try to work real hard
Be a one-woman lover, give up all the others
Promise myself they'll not be another
But all the fly girls, you can still get some
'Cause I'm stickin' it out with number one
But you could do me a favor, try to still remember
I was born on the 16th day of September
Virgo, you rock the house
And Mike C, my mellow
What it look like when you're on the mic?

'Cause I'm the king without a crown
All the talk of the town
And all the young ladies bite when I'm, too, gettin' down
'Cause when I'm on the microphone ya see I rock so good
I'm glad to be in the neighborhood
You just take your time and you will see
There's no one better on land or sea
Except K.C., hey rock the beat y'all
K.C., it's on you
So just show the people, show the people what ya wanna do

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop
Keep on, keep on, I'ma sing my song
Rockin' on the mic with the Family Four
Make me feel real proud and a whole lot more
I'm tryna make it known in a helluva way
That the kid K.C. is here to stay
Let's uphill climb or downhill fall
Or tryna make yourself something when you're nothin' at all
So you take a wrong way on a 2-way street
But the road of success is at the end of the beat
Rappin' on the mic 'til the very end
Tryna push my way through thick and thin
I won't give up, I'm gonna press my luck, huh
Can't get enough of that MC stuff
B.J., my mellow
What it look like when you're on the mic?

To the beat y'all, and you don't stop
Keep on, to the break of dawn
When we first started out we had a obligation
To be the best crew in the nation
Now we're number one and that's no bull
'Cause we can rhyme on time, from ten until
Say we are the king when it comes to the mic
We can rock to a beat that makes you feel alright
You walk through the door, just work on a tease
So when you rock with the Four you get a guarantee
We're the Family Four and when we're rockin' on
The beat don't stop to the early dawn
'Cause we're the Four MC, rock viciously
'Cause you stop at the door and paid your money
To hear the best cut, to hear the best rhyme
To dance across the floor and have a good time
The Family Four, we're gonna turn it out
For all the fly girls that's in the house!

This world a trip, we're gonna tell you why
It got wars, whores, and gangs galore
It got little old ladies born in 1904
It got crooks stealing and going to jail
It got 14 year old kids who can't get bail
It got 10 year old kids who be having guns
Just shootin' everybody and thinkin' it's fun
And I hope nobody wanna give us some
Because the Family Four, we don't want none
Don't play with guns, don't need no harm
Don't need no stick lady knockin' at my door
And even though my mama won't let 'em in
You say stuff like that we don't wanna begin
It make your family look bad, makes your mama sad
To get an old-fashioned whoopin' from your dad
You think the man is wrong, but the man is right
You say stuff like that makes your family uptight
You start arguin' with your sister, fightin' with your brother
I tried to tell your mother that Parkay butter
Then tellin' your pops that you're gonna leave home
'Cause they don't let you rap on the telephone
So you're out on the street and tryin' to push dope
When you're out of powder, ya sniff some coke
Then you buy some cheeba and some dust
Then you go on home 'cause ya head about to bust
You started screamin' and you're dreamin' and you're gettin' a knife
And then you take away your family's life
When the cops all come you think it's not true
Ho, yes them cops they take your life too
That dope, coke, dust and cheeba
You tell the cop but he didn't believe ya
Anyway, now you're dead today
No more ridin' with B.J. in a jazzy O.J.
No more ridin' with Mike C in a jazzy O.J.
No more K.C. in a jazzy O.J.
No more Tony Tone in a jazzy O.J.
'Cause we won't pay the way, check it out!

To the beat y'all, you don't stop, keep on
I'm Kid Vicious B.J. and I rock the party
For the jazzy young ladies with the def, def bodies
To the other MC, you're jealous of me
'Cause I walk 'round the block with the jazzy ladies
One on the right and one on the left
Got two in the back and they're all lookin' def
With their Jordache jeans and different color velour
You never seen a girl like this before
Because Vicious B.J. know all different kinds
Of jazzy young lady that'll blow your mind
Light-skinned, dark-skinned, Puerto Rican, white
If you're down with B.J. you gotta be alright
'Cause I like the girl with the personality
That make me feel like I'm with the young lady
Kid Vicious B.J., I got a lotta class
That's why you never see me talkin' to no trash
And to the hip-hop, don't stop
Mike C get on the mic and help me rock

Yes, yes, y'all, you don't stop
To the beat, don't wanna stop
You call OJ, Best Style, Touch Of Class
You wanna get down, gotta see us fast
You got five bucks left, what you gonna do?
You drop five bucks to see the Family crew
And then you come party hearty and you're havin' a ball
Just a-clappin' your hands to the Family Four
But when it's time to go home, no it's not funny
When you search your pockets and you find no money
Start footin' it home but it's too far
And then you say to yourself that you wish you had a car
But that's alright, at least you had some fun
But just remember us the Family because it's number one
K.C., it's on you
So just take your turn and show 'em what you wanna do

K.C., to the highest degree
I'm the best MC in history
We're up, we're down, in your town
Just about ready so stick around
Tony Tone on the left, Mike C on the right
K.C. and B.J., we make it outta sight
It's the four MC that make you wanna freak
Tony Tone, my mellow
What it look like when you're on the mic?

Ding-ding-da-bah, bah-bah-ba-ding
And a hip-hop you don't stop
'Cause I was strollin' along and seen a jazzy young girl
Standin' all alone without a man in the world
So I made up my mind and I approached her slowly
I said "Hey young lady do you feel kinda funny?"
So we started to talk and then I asked her her name
She said 'Call me what you want 'cause it's all the same"
So we talked and we walked, it seemed like forever
But due to the time, I got to know her better
You're my type of girl, just what I like
You got style with profile and you look outta sight
And just before all the conversation was through
I told her leave your number, name and address too
She said "Hey Tony Tone now whatdya mean?"
I said after today you're my Queen
So let's cut the rules and the formality
You call me Anthony 'cause that's naturally
We gonna party, you people, in stereo
Show ya what ya got because you already know
Tony Tone's a cold crusher
Mike C y'all, he's a lover
B.J., cold crusher
Kid K.C., he's a lover
Kenny G, cold crusher
Kev-Ski y'all, he's a lover
Family Four, cold crusher
Young lady, we're the lover
Manhattanville, cold crusher

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