Yes, yes, yes it's a test test test now Rule is the Where we rest rest if you were wondering the ballistics finally in once again, Brand Nubian! You and your girl to see the three rock
Now she stays kick the lyrics, throw her down To her PJ'S lay her on the and do work In three ways after the party, guess she's still payin'!
so good!
I got this girl a mink sable, in I got a cable Her name was Fat Mabel and she my kid to table Ate pasta this rasta, went out with her sister Her hands on her chin, she was a mister Went out dancing and my feet I made blister Smacked in the face I finally I dissed her
Encounter a stunt, and I'm out for spot fronts And stunts was on the wiggy, I thought her name was But her name was Lucy and I met her on the Put me on hold to go in a store to get (Come on)
Aiyyo mack she to stop it Now let me kick some flavor since we're building on the 'Cause yo, I this girl and her name was Tina She rested in Medina, never saw greener than hers But yo there was just one little flaw, the green
I had to penalize, cause they was bought in a A synthetic cosmetic, it was If they was real, yo she got the credit But wasn't so she doesn't I like the natural look, so I kicked it to her
Feels so good, feels so
let me put it to you like this sugar Don't go changing, to try to me Don't change the color of hair! hair, your hair, your hair!
I said no no no I want Someone I can talk to! I'll you just the way you are! is bond! yeah right!
Too hot to when I was young I used to vandal Giving girls the comfort a foot and a sandle Always another brother, never running scandals And if I hit the skids, I'll just panhandle
Now I'm gettin' papes, but gets the vapes I see it as a joke cause they break you're broke I can give a roar like an dinosaur a microphone like the great mighty Thor
Puba Maxwell is the mack hyphenated seem to love the way my things are situated Hump on a 'til them bumps is feelin sore Take a quick breather I'm goin back for more!
Feels so good, feels so Brother, Derek X, flavor
I do my like B.B. King my microphone is named Lucille a dip in my hip so they call me extra ill Making big hits from tidbits, how I my bread Do situps, and squat thrusts, to keep a level head
'Cause I'm bred, and mannered, I create in my workshop Stay up late at until my brain says to stop Then I quit, wake up in the and continue it I find the same line, and add some that's hype (Shit)
But my stripes, marks me by Check out the bass coming the power amp I'm the controller and Ayatollah I used to in Saudi Arabia
I never come out straight out an answer a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do But with my sometimes I get blazed Jump on the and kick a new dance craze I can read and I've red the days of?
If is fundamental, then light up a spliff and grab, and not an of flab, is on my body My mother's part spanish, my part yardie I'm not a junior, try to see me a? I got to rise straight through the moon
Feels so Feels so so good Lord Jamar, God step to it!
Girls scope this, like in they knowledge me That's I'm God, but don't look too hard in the sun you might get done My number's seven, that's six one Now any way you Lord Jamar will amount to be
A tower, so yo, knowledge my As I conclude, to girls I won't be Just verbally em my mental food I with lyrics, that can't be contested
Serve 'em straight from my mouth and in your they're digested The I say, is out of the ordinary say unique I prefer the term extraordinary MC's rhymes are ancient like a fossil They're weak and outdated my rhymes are collosal
a Lamborghini, I look good, and I'm expensive Plus the power I'm is just, too intensive Discombublatin with thin mind percentage Guys my rhymes, girls like my masculinity
When I'm on the mic I say what I never perpetrate cause the God's for real It's that and at my jams you know you'll never be bored (That) So just dance and scream, the Lord
Alright now is how we gonna do it Before we get out shout
We used to be some soloists but now we form And if you try to step to this you might catch an eye jack And if you were intelligent, you wouldn't try that This is one black, we'll be back!
To my man and to the man Sincere To my man Mark the Spark and to my brother And Skeff Anslem on the board aiyyo this out We got some shoutouts for my man Puba You know what I'm sayin' he doin' the la la lah' He wanna say to his man C T W O To my man Zee I'll see you soon!