Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight 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 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, just do it (and you got your big dogs) Yeah, (like Funkmaster Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, walker, slang talker the author Stay in it to win in the ride with the windows Aromatic marijuana addict, ganja Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you actors Packin but they slackin plus lackin direc-tion, that Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin tear through your teflon Before you get a to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, Johnny pumps leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they past But ain't no leeways, back like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, niggaz askin is he, the one came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for representin lovely 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 puddy (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 puddy (just do that)