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, just do it! (I feels, Funkmaster, if it 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, do it (You got your mad dogs, you got your pissed dogs) C'mon c'mon, do it (and then you got your 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 with the windows tinted marijuana addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, 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 through teflon Before you get a to draw your wea-pon my get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny pumps leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, think gettin past But no leeways, come back like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz 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 thee
Yo 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 cats (just do that) 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 cats (just do that) and yo my cats (just do that)