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, just do it! (I feels, Funkmaster, if it 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 your mad dogs, you got pissed dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and then you got big dogs) Yeah, (like Funkmaster 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, watch you actors overreactin Packin but slackin plus they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun gon' em in the sec-tion, smokin guns through your teflon Before you get a to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like pumps leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they gettin But ain't no leeways, come back like DJ's, cut yo' you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz askin is he, the one they came to see, S-T from B's Locally, I'm known for lovely vocally Me and my P-N=C thee
Yo if you're out to be the boss and (just do that) Run up in clubs with big (just do that) If you have to let yours off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that) If out to be the boss and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs with big (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my cats (just do that)