Alleroomba!
Bossa Chandra!
Bossa Chandra!
I came a long way from riding bikes
Dead at night, came into the studio
To spit the 16 writer
I'm not gonna lie, talking Bob Wood
If not what you see is just me
Blazing through your TV screens
Coming to you once again to make your trunks rock
This is one MC
I regret you can't stop
This is why I'm hot, and this is why you're not
Cause I got the 16
What you really think you need?