Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you 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, just do it (You got 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, street walker, talker the author Stay in it to win in the ride with the windows Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, watch you actors overreactin but they slackin plus they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin tear through your teflon Before you get a chance to your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like pumps leavin of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they gettin past But ain't no leeways, come back DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, sideline askin is he, the one they came to see, S-T from B's Locally, I'm known for representin vocally Me and my smoke thee
Yo if you're out to be the and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs big dogs (just do that) If you to let yours blast off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (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 to let yours blast off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my cats (just do that)