Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma you like this man) (Blastin off the big dog) Yeahhhh, do it! (I feels, Funkmaster, if it ain't his it ain't shit) C'mon, do it (You know?) (Volume III) Yeahhhh, do it! (We're all the way live, boyyyyy) C'mon, do it (You got your mad dogs, you got your pissed dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, street walker, slang S-T-double-E-L-E the Stay in it to win in the ride the windows tinted marijuana addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, watch you actors overreactin Packin but they slackin they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun protect em in the sec-tion, guns tear through your teflon Before you get a to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like pumps leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they past But ain't no leeways, come back like DJ's, cut yo' Leave you dizzy, me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz askin is he, the one they came to see, S-T from B's Locally, I'm for representin lovely vocally Me and my smoke thee
Yo if out to be the boss and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs big dogs (just do that) If you to let yours blast off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that) If out to be the boss and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs with big (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that)