Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you like 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, just do it (You got your mad dogs, you got your dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, walker, slang talker S-T-double-E-L-E the Stay in it to win in the ride with the tinted Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic on the black shit, maintain watch you actors overreactin Packin but they slackin they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear your teflon Before you get a chance to your wea-pon my get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny pumps lots 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, sideline is he, the one they came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm for representin lovely vocally Me and my smoke thee
Yo if you're out to be the and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs with big (just do that) If you to let yours blast off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my cats (just do that) If out to be the boss and floss (just do that) Run up in with big dogs (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my cats (just do that)