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, 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 your dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and you got your big dogs) Yeah, (like Funkmaster Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, walker, slang talker S-T-double-E-L-E the Stay in it to win in the ride with the windows Aromatic marijuana addict, fanatic Smoke on the black shit, watch you actors overreactin Packin but they slackin plus lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun gon' em in the sec-tion, smokin guns through your teflon you get a chance to draw your wea-pon my get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny pumps leavin lots of lumps lots of chumps, think they gettin past But no leeways, come 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 for representin 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 to let yours blast 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 with big dogs (just do that) If you have to let yours off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my cats (just do that)