(Chris Rock):....... Yo man! R & B sucks!/ I mean there's a couple of people that can flow/ But for the most part, the genre sucks!/ Just a bunch of people singing over rap beats/ Get an old rap record? Sing over it!/ Now everybody talk about their label, label this, label that, hey/ Smokey Robinson wasn't singing about Motown!/ Listen, the Isley Brothers wasn't going on, 'Teaneck in the muthafuckin' house'/ The Jacksons wasn't singing about about Epic/ Because nobody gave a fuck!/ Hey! It's time for a record! Here goes!/ Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Bluff Daddy/ And this is a Black Boy exclusive/ Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy/ Sing!................ I, like champange (feels good to my brain baby)/ Black/ I, like champange/ What you drinkin'? (drink it in the rain)/ I, love champange/ Yo baby you got any money?.................... (singer):........ Nigga, I'm broke, and feelin' kinda thirsty (too blad)/ Just smoked a blunt, and, I, feel, the worst way (Black Boy)/ My babys father, brought me a case of St. Ides (did you like it)/ I said, I don't drink that shit nigga, you better recognize! (Cristal).............. (Chris Rock):.......... Would you let the lady finish the song ??!! (big hats).............. (singer):........ Now I'm a broke hoe with expensive tastes (you my hoe)/ I got 6 ankle chains around my waist (who bought them for you baby)/ Gotta get my sip on (get your sip on)/ Cause that's my mission (you gotta get)/ Gotta get my champange on, or I'm gonna get my bitch on (that's right).................... I, like champange (feels good to my brain baby)/ I, like champange/ Cristal! (drink it in the rai-ai-in)/ I, love champange/ Say it again (say it once again)/ I, like champange (once again)..................... Ladies and gentlemen, Freedom Williams........... (Freedom Williams):......... Enter the Dom of Perigon, I never been crept upon/ I'm on the mic and my world is bond (hoo hoo!)/ I'm the top the pinnacle, the echelon/ I'm never fallin' (c'mon)/ And beat MC's with a baton/ The conniseur, I'm gonna do her over dinner/ (Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy) I said fine cigars, fresh fish, Alize toast/ (Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy) My lifestyle's ghost, when you see true enlightened men/ To MC's I incite and mend.................... (Chris Rock):........... What? Muthafucker, what the fuck?/ Fuck who the hell are you?/ "I'm the kiiiiiiing"/ I'm only gonna ask you one last time/ Who the fuck are you?/ "I'm the kiiiiiiiing"/ Stop hitting me! Stop!/ Who da bumba claat?/ "Ohhh shit"/ For someone who is a Shaolin Monk/ You're Kung-Fu's really lousy!/ Boy, I'm 3 generations deep, in gangsterdom/ Three generations!!!