Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can do the god damn! (straight from New York Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you like 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 c'mon, just do it (and you got your big dogs) Yeah, yeah (like Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, street walker, slang the author Stay in it to win in the ride the windows tinted Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you overreactin Packin but they slackin plus they direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun gon' em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through teflon you get a chance to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, they gettin past But ain't no leeways, come back 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 Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for lovely vocally Me and my smoke thee
Yo if out to be the boss 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 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 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)