I ya what Yo, know I'm feelin'? it
I'm comin' down baby This in the six fo' A lil' mo' sho', to the switches go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop
I'm comin' back baby This in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, listen to the go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop
You can find me, city, same state Carryin' more weight, fishin' wit more license plates than your DMV Takin' more total than your MTV Every, gaga, call me Dada The rookie want to signin' bonus for pu nada But my, cap won't allow me to give a nada I guess she be a free agent until she find it fresh, for the D's on my ATVs And if I squeeze niggas fallin' like last name Keys Dirties please, me as I switch my steez First name GMC, last Denali Why the change? Yu-kon not wit me Eight batteries, four where the trunk should be I hear the conversations, about Nelly he I'm feelin' like Chris, slightly a violated
Now what you I pay cash for, lit up like the dashboard from the PJ's to livin' out past Ford What the cash Me to spend the rims on the Benz while you pretend nigga I fuck twins From the back end to the club and backed in Went to the back end gotta announce we in The place my crew go Iced out face and Parasucco sick I need your Pluto Black Menudo, in the candy two-door Bmw Sport, the Ra Report What you thought it was a widle? Yea, them swivel Cats be killin' me talkin' and can't dribble Bits in the Kibble, trois was civil y'all, head from all, 18 ta' 80 bar Hit the mall nigga, and shop we fall And the bitches y'all be lovin' won't bother to call
I'm back down baby This in the six fo' A mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop
I'm back down baby This in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, to the switches go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop
I'm comin' down down, baby, duck you see me When Kyjuan the spray, yo it ain't graffiti No I don't eat bullets, but I'll feed the Throw up a L, but I smoke a L at the city Truck is big, tires is meaty, yes Excursion, so I know that you'll see me Ky-Weeze done them cars out No doubt, like numba' 3 on City CD not a game, I went from a GS to a LS And LS don't mean low So clean, cats think I sip suit Vokal Nights mis-match, from Zat I herb, but what's the harm in that? Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence at? Only got caught once, my warnin' at? Been in St. Louis all my life, seen a farmer yet
(Back in 1993) Was when a school boy to be an MC (See some said no, others fa' sho) And now we comin' back down, time in a six fo' Zoop zoop, ya mind up for this lineup No, we don't pitch but is how we wind up Situations, entrepreneurs get and new toys (Wait 'till get a load of my Impala!) We back back, matter goin' down down You people need to calm down, Spreewells goin' round Actin' like you neva' a car dance befo' They be how does it feel like D' Angelo (how does it feel) Picture wakin' up, all weed, bomb Palm trees, no it on the beach Have to all day, dirty, 3 P.M. To 3 But at local ATM you can find Murphy Lee
I'm back down baby time in the six fo' A lil' mo' doe, to the switches go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop
I'm back down baby This in the six fo' A mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop
I'm comin' back down time in the six fo' A mo' doe, listen to the switches go Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop Zoop, zoop, zoop zoop