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