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, 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 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, street walker, slang the author 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 plus they lackin direc-tion, that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through teflon Before you get a to draw your wea-pon my get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny pumps leavin lots of cause lots of chumps, think they gettin past But ain't no leeways, back like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, sideline askin is he, the one came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for representin vocally Me and my P-N=C smoke
Yo if you're out to be the 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) If you're out to be the boss and (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 thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that)