Yo Doogie hit this off yo Aiyyo check Yo Rob Sutton hit the Ha, yeah!
You know what is it You what time is it You know what is it Check it, it, check it out, yo
I beg your pardon the one with the roughness? Super toughness, Grand Puba See I'm the chosen, I keep the snakes Check out how I in, girl it feels good when it goes in
Here's the situation, motivation Helps me get the and then I knock the boots I jump high like Jordan, flash like 'Bos, Girbauds and shorts is probably what I'm
Fuck what you heard, this is what you need to It's the same as last year, so to the rear 'Cause when I was a shorty wait to drink my first 40 an ex-shorty in the hallway and get naughty
Jump on the elevator, hit the out My mom's was a yardie so my pop's kept a Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a It wasn't hard to tell what the was about
Love the lovely used to do it on my knees Certain honey got a problem, go see he can ease ya I am and here I stand Honey all that good shit me, who's the man?
From, here to Bangkok, I my John Hancock On the contract, like 1-2-3 contact Kick on the really 'cause I do it on the daily Straight to the hole like my man Seally
I hit stunts, on smoke blunts My don't like me 'cause I wear gold fronts If honey wants to it's no thing to me at all Alamo and Stud Doogie, time to have a ball
I'm a go-getter, and I'm out to If makin' movies, cancel that shit You're still movies? Man, get your cordercam Oops, camcorder, but shit you know the
Couldn't get no skins, you got a Benz Didn't no friends 'til you started makin' ends I see it daily, weekly monthly you got it goin' on? Really
I sold gems to the bums in the slums robbed devils, made a few number runs Brothers my way they like to blabber at the gums jealous 'cause I got it by the tons
Twenty fifty hundred is how I count my Then I take it because it runs into the mills Brothers try to to this but all they catch is chills No frills, pays the bills
Ron Studda spin the wheel like his name was Pat Sajak On wheel of fortune, that's how we keep it Alamo hey, Sadat X hey, pop hey, now let me keep it rollin' This is just the way I move to keep my swollen
Lights, cameras, here comes Mr. Satisfaction I be maxin' and relaxin' 'til it's time to jump in the Now for grown I speak with a tone which I to call my own Ghetto prone I the zone like the kid from Home Alone
Type of style that for days it's like it pays to save amaze Now I be careful on the lays because the are nowadays is Grand Puba, S.O.S., Stud Doogie, You how the shit go
So big hey, B.R. hey, Tislam hey, Jael hey Stud Doogie hey, Alamo hey, and Uptown hey, hey And here we go here we go the dough yo Here we go, here we go, make the yo
Now check it I'd like to say peace For all the Gods and the and the people of the universe Wanna let you the black man come first So don't act up 'cause you might leave in a
Yo this yo I wanna give a big up to all my now people You the flavor, projects M.O Lincoln Ave M.O., you know what I'm City park in the dark, M.O., you what I'm sayin'?
Big up big up to all my All other shit is dead, dead, dead up I wanna give a big up to the stinkin' mob
You know what I'm And we bounce off like this Y'all know the flavor,