Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight New York Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you 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, just do it (You got mad dogs, you got your pissed dogs) c'mon, just do it (and then you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
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