Mister Cee [intro]:
I be the cruddy one that they call the DJ Mister Cee
With the whole Wolf Pack in the place to be
Better known as the Chocolate City
So Scoob Lover, huh, are ya with me?

Yo, I break punks up like a fight
Give me the mic, I'm hype
(Damn kid, you're starvin' for life)
'Cause people be tellin' me
Brothers be gellin' me

Tryin' to get fame from my name
But they chumps and they Butt-soft
They know I'm wilder than a dog with hot sauce

A mic, a stage, a crowd and I won't stop
I set it off and get live like an alarm clock
People thought Scoob and Scrap was just a nickname
Now that we rap, we sell more records than cocaine

Aww, shucks, now I'm back from the down low
Here comes Scoob with the curly afro
No chemical reaction, no need for askin'
Pure satisfaction, my last name's Jackson

You slip up, I get ill, my boot to your grill
My nine kills, I'm Big Scoob from Brownsville
The world's greatest lover, the cha-clate brother

Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)
Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)
Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)

Scrap Lover are ya with me?

Yo, I drop science kinda like a pigeon
Over rough tracks I tax any midget with a small digit
Smooth and mild but complicated
I put the crowd to to smashed like a driver that's intoxicated

Rappers write rhymes and talk about guns and jail
But wouldn't squeeze a lemon in a ****tail
Don't say 'Huh?' or 'What?' and don't ask who
'Cause if you hear me, I must be talkin' to you

You probably thought I couldn't steal it
'Cause I was a dancer
I didn't have a chance but ya'll can kill it

You gotta be off your rocker
I'm lettin' suckers know that Scrap
Got more soul than Foot Locker

And if you heard I got skills, believe it's true
Suggest for Pete Rock, for reminiscin' over you
It's not a threat, it's a bet, 'cause hey
The last sucker who tried woulda been 25 today

Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)
Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)
Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)

Big Daddy are ya with me?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, look out, get out the way
Here comes the K the A the N the E, huh, ya better flee
'Caise I don't need no hoodie to be hard, shoot
I'll kill a ***** in a three piece suit

I don't be havin' it so the rear I'll attack
A size 15 to the buttocks, a-matter fact
A hard core blow to the face I'll provide
To give you a crooked eye, just like St. Ides

Leave you home and you must be screamin' and yellin'
Not even Kool Moe Dee shades can hide your swellin'
I bring it rough, tough, I said that I was Browner than Bobby
So you know that it's good enough

I'm untouchable to rappers my size
You dreamed of beatin' me, you better wake up an apologize
Some claim to be a daddy or poppa
But with me you'd have no ranks if your name was Shabba

Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)
Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)
Who's the committee?
(Chocolate City)

Now you know you'd too like to be with it

Shane, I cause pain, I make it rain
I'm wearin' and tearin' down to the last grain
Ha, I'm not a chocolate brother but I don't mourn
'Cause I swear this vanilla kid got it goin' on

So don't even step to me if you're worth nothin'
Because I just might hurt somethin'
My compe***ion thinks twice
'Cause yo, for a young *****, I'm kinda nice

Ooh! Chocolate City are ya with me?
Scoob and Scrap and Mister Cee
Kane and Shane and Laree!
Kane, would your black *** sing it for me, he?
(Ohh, ho, **** yeah)