Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight New York Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma you like this man) (Blastin off the big dog) Yeahhhh, just do it! (I feels, Funkmaster, if it ain't his it 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, just do it (and then you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, walker, slang talker the author Stay in it to win in the ride the windows tinted Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you actors Packin but they slackin plus lackin direc-tion, thinkin Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through your you get a chance to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to yo' street, like Johnny pumps leavin of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they gettin past But no leeways, come back like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, niggaz askin is he, the one came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for representin vocally Me and my smoke thee
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