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, 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 your mad dogs, you got pissed dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and then you got big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, street walker, slang S-T-double-E-L-E the Stay in it to win in the ride with the windows Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the shit, maintain watch you actors overreactin Packin but they slackin plus lackin direc-tion, that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear your teflon Before you get a chance to your wea-pon my get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny 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 they came to see, S-T from 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 clubs big dogs (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that) If you're out to be the and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs 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)