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How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Hey Mr. Africa, this joint is
Man, I'm that beef is debated
I the bullet quick out of the fifty-one six
To my Sammy on the mix

We the belt, I felt the rubber burnin'
See I was yearnin' for the
Man opponents couldn't me
When I first heard AC/DC I had to get a

Now I'm swole, who try to patrol my
Your fantasy in the day was to be native
But now your shit's
I the doctor, I'm a for the remedy

But pretend to be, a bit seditty
attitude is sh-tty
I'm getting downright and grity
to the scene is Mike Giggy

Yo, we sling the raw the airwaves
We you wanna misbehave
We hooked
Like the rhythm and the

So catch a phase of the
heads for days
He's acting with the level
And he in many ways

So if you want to the effervesce
Come and be my guest
Yo, 'cause Brothers in the House
And De in the house

And Q-Tip from A Tribe Called
Ya, ya, ya, ya, you all it
'cause I could give it all night Nigga
And make ya last Gigger

Africa, Sammy B, the
Straight out the jungle with the remedy
I'm reppin', we off joints at this section
The steppin'
Turntables and are lethal weapons

And the essence, you know we got a lot constock
The Native are here with that brew for your heart
We're makin' ample of the times that we see
us how you want it, and we bring the strategy

So, how ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

Now imported the planet of dope shit
Be the tongue
Rocka one infinite dot com
Getcha tail hooked in the

Don Perry on free where
Ladies to hear the emcee
We be the necessary
you be

Chicken lo stream, baby
What? Place it in gut
Guaranteed, we in the to run rap
Just over the deed

Now Ya heard about, about
Be apart of it don't
Now I'ma ya like the government
And give ya what I ya want

That native river to make ya rock one another
in my eyes, I consider us all sisters and brothers
So to the table I Fat jams to make ya sing
Cause I'm starvin', I haven't had nothing like

Since doin' our own
So be ya P, Is it
To flip ya pattern of speech, I thinks
There's heads out we still need to reach

True, yo this is crazy
Get's the out of
Hey yo, how ya figure?
I wouldn't wanna cold
joint is wisdom, kid

And be emcee, I'm out to get old
I seek the blessed the pattern
From brand new to tattered and
This place is crack corn

My Mazola
Your style's kiddy Crayola
be the top dola, I mean dollar
Study the E-M-C-E-E's to remain the scholars

Now how ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)
How ya it we got it
(Oh yeah)

shop nine to five with the Raw Deluxe
Jungle Brother Africa, I got the Native touch
grammar, comin' atcha like a Black Panther
Check the sampler, the man handler!
controller

Yes, we open, gotcha ampler
Shootin' the like Saint Nick, the black Santa
(He's his list)
Say
(He's it twice)
Ya

You ain't shit
If they if ya nice
So down the chimney
the vicinity
Lock down ya block nonstop with the

Similar to out the clouds
I'm to reign supreme
Self-esteem lower than them in Cali
Is the why these niggas

Rally around the bull shit, rubber duck, you can't shit
Occupy world-wide with all the misses
These womans don't us so we forced to talk to bitches
Tryin' to ease up in the rises, "I like the way you stylin'"

Let me in the while you play the pilot"
Listen baby doll, is a peeper
Hair fully but you mental's six ether
And I don't that so step up top
And watch the Native lick the crop for the cream