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)
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