Now start the show show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones you ride fo', we back for some mo' Get to the show show, you know
Uh, uh Ladies and the C-O-double-M-O-N Synonym for fresh, truth is the Hardcore since I was next door to Clem and Cold as the winter when fake was shiverin Shakin in they Timberlands, you was as Bennigans Hot for a minute, now you a "remember him" I been a +Master+ P was No Limit-in Stick a sayin, no and no mimickin Q down old blocks are bendin in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) Ren and them Pelican these niggaz on who I be Before the paper and the fame niggaz knew Noble like Dru Ali - many have but few have chose to be a true MC You sing along wit it, inside you it's wack Young who? I don't need a act
Now start the show show Step out of the cold We come the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get to the show show, you know
Let, let, go a festival in hip-hop, we do it non-stop Pop bottles, Chicago niggaz do it in staccato Choppin notes for my homies, a motto And Farragamo givin dudes the model Think fast, slow, survival is the throttle live show is hollow, shoulda kept it local Rappin over vocals, soundin as JoJo With twelve monkeys on it's hard to see who's a gorilla You was better as a dealer Feel the passion of B-boy ration-al of it is what you say, and half is style Guess it's for you to stop cashin now over folks, tell your guys to put the glasses down Masters now, touch the youth like a Catholic priest Performances keep me stackin the
Now let's start the show Step out of the cold We come the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The and the Stones Stones you ride fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show, you know