Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can do the god damn! (straight from New York 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 then you got 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 with the windows tinted Aromatic marijuana addict, ganja Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you actors but they slackin plus they lackin direc-tion, that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear your teflon Before you get a chance to draw wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like pumps leavin lots of lumps cause of chumps, think they gettin past But ain't no leeways, back like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz is he, the one they came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for representin lovely Me and my P-N=C thee
Yo if out to be the boss and floss (just do that) Run up in with 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 cats (just do that) If you're out to be the boss and (just do that) Run up in with big dogs (just do that) If you have to let yours off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that)