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 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, just do it (and then you got your 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 marijuana addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you overreactin but they slackin plus they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through your Before you get a chance to your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like pumps leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they past But ain't no leeways, come back 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 have to let 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 clubs 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 puddy (just do that)