Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight New York Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you 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, walker, slang talker S-T-double-E-L-E the Stay in it to win in the ride the windows tinted Aromatic marijuana addict, ganja Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you overreactin Packin but they slackin plus they direc-tion, that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through your 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, think they past But ain't no leeways, come back DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz askin is he, the one they came to see, S-T Cocoa 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 with big (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that) If you're out to be the boss and (just do that) Run up in clubs with big (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my cats (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that)