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 ain't his it 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, just do it (and then you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, street walker, talker S-T-double-E-L-E the Stay in it to win in the ride with the tinted Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic on the black shit, maintain watch you actors overreactin Packin but they slackin they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun protect 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, they gettin past But ain't no leeways, back like DJ's, cut yo' shit you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz askin is he, the one came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm for representin lovely vocally Me and my smoke thee
Yo 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) If out to be the boss and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs 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)