The Real Roxanne Songtext / Lyric

Yo kangol

(Yeah what's up girl)

I'm the real roxanne and I'll rock your world

(But you're all stuck up)

Well you say that

Cause I wouldn't give a guy like you no rap?



I was walking down the street in the afternoon

I gave you a smile so you assume

That if you said hello I would be flattered

But I kept on walking and your ego was shattered



I'm roxanne, the lady devastator

I'll make you feel hotter than it is in grenada

The r-o-x-a-n-n-e

Roxanne is who I be






And kangol kid ya might be cute

But you aint gettin this cause your much too...?

You wear that samurai sword on the side

I told all my friends and we all just died

I laughed so hard that my face turned blue

Why be a M.C. you should learn how to kung foo.



And by the way if I'm such a crab

Why all your girls look like scabs

First you call me a peach

The doctor wants to take me to the beach

I got a little rhyme for ya each

I've seen your girls they both need a leash

Such bow wow babies I think they got rabies

You think you're touching me boy you must be crazy

You got your nerve to wanna be my man

They call me the real roxanne



[Chorus]



Now educated rapper I'm gonna give you a fit

Cause when you tried to talk to me you was full of shit

You see the truth and the fact is that I don't need you

Your I.q. is really one point two



I don't like your rap cause your rap is dead

Educated rapper no sense in your head

So when you met me I paid you no mind

Dictionary breath you're one of a kind

You said your name was gary

Didn't choose to call you barry

Didn't care if your name was mother madda harry

I choose to call you sonny because you have a tummy

My fathers not a fairy you're the one who walks so funny

You're nose is always runny

You look like bugs bunny

All your raps are old ancient as a mummy

Your house is so scummy

Your clothes are so bummy

But now with your hit record all I want is your money

Educated rapper you aint nothing but a dummy

You try to be chummy or you plays gin rummy

I bet makin love to you must really be crummy

You say it's customary to give your commentary

I say it's crap you're full of strawberries.



Your rap is so weak and your face is so scary

You always find a rap like yours in any cemetary

So do you know you didn't even pass

All you recieved was a kick in the ass

That's what you get cause I've had enough

Aint that right mix master ice cream puff



[Chorus]



When I heard this record I said who's the producers

A group named full force a bunch of losers

They're a singin group so how should they know

Putting out records with UTFO

I'm what's happening I know that's a fact

So UTFO... what's that?



Since I'm the new girl around the block

The kangol kid and especially doc

Would like to sleep with me if he can

But you're just a boy you're not even a man

The girls know your name, it's getting around

Doctor Ice you're the laugh of the town

You tried to throw a game

But it wasn't working out

You lied about the beach

You took me to your house

I said me the rox, give up the box

So you could brag about it for the next 6 blocks?

Shee you must be crazy, you're goin to fast

Doctor I don't know where your hands been last

You can't fool me cause I'll be mean

You're a hood, a crook, a liar, a thief

I know how you operate from the start

You like to breakdance and you like to break hearts

So listen up cause I don't say this everyday

Ho girl...?

The only operating that you do

Is ripping off cars in a minute or two

You stole every last cadillac

Sold it back and kept the hubcaps



You are the one you thought you had me roped

But you hung yourself with your own stethoscope

You said "oooh" now what the hell was that

Your voice ran high now it sounds real whacked

You call me at 9 to arrange a date

I said meet me at the beach and don't be late

(So did you meet him at the beach? )

Hells no, in the middle of december when it's 20 below

I'm the real...



[Chorus]



Wheres the beat you guys can't deal it

I need a man who can make me feel it