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 then you got big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, street walker, slang the author Stay in it to win in the ride with the tinted marijuana addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the shit, maintain watch you actors overreactin Packin but they plus they lackin direc-tion, thinkin Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear your teflon Before you get a to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny leavin lots of cause lots of chumps, think they gettin past But ain't no leeways, come like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, niggaz askin is he, the one they came to see, S-T from B's Locally, I'm for representin lovely vocally Me and my P-N=C smoke
Yo if out to be the boss and floss (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 cats (just do that) If you're out to be the and floss (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)