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Aching aways just to relocate you
Kill us with your fist
So you mix it with me
I function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I
let's begin another yarn
That's flying saucer cheese, or is it chicken parm'
But roosters don't fly like boosters don't buy
So what powers cowards to get
Kill us with your fist now baby mix it with me
You see me function better when I get approximately
High by my technical flyby
I function better with
I mix
Full screen like imax
So I max 
Relax
Off the deep end
Get deep in the record
100 beats per second
Cut down the like rhymes
Cause they
kick it like this before,
Pink champagne, octopus brains, 
Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane.
That sucker tried to hit a mix, but the mix
As we get on the proceedings this evening
Ha-ha, it's Koopa nigga, it's Koopa nigga
Hey man switch styles man, stay switching styles
You know I'm
I stop by the club, 'cause it ain't shit else to do it 
I'm on the guest list, it's E-Swift plus two 
Stepped to the bar, 'cause, it's a bad habit
Let’s turn it up loud, mix it up strong
Lean it back slow, get your feel good on
Cut ’em off short, roll it up tight
Let it unwind tonight

Drop
Got a real fine freak with a real big butt
She gets real ill when she hears my cut
Got two Cadillac's one blue, one gold
With straps on the back
No question about it
Queens represent!
Uh! say what?
Queens represent! Yeah
Come on!
Get down baby, down down down down down now!
Queens
Went down to Albert's Alley
Pick up on me a Collins mix
Went to the bar an' ordered me a drink
Tried to relax myself

Looked around and saw two
Went down to Albert's Alley
Pick up on me a Collins mix
Went to the bar an' ordered me a drink
Tried to relax myself

Looked around and saw two
your parakeet, with scissors, clip his head
Then get the charcoal, whassup, burn your dog's legs
Walk by the barbershop, and hit the glass with eggs
Then
of romance
I want to get down on my favorite sound
I need music energy from my head to my feet - ah
First I hear it and then I start to feel it
My fingers
And get ready to clown,
Nigga call up the homies,
It's about to go down

(Chorus)
Keep one eye open,
Cause the streets don't sleep,
If the streets
out of l.a. you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud,
you ever heard of
Word up, you play with fire, you'll get burned up
Best believe that my shit sound the best, when it's turned up
Loud, mashing down
ends, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac
It's politics, it's all a fix, set up by these white blue-collared hicks
Just to make a dollar off of black music
of romance
I want to get down on my favorite sound
I need music energy from my head to my feet - ah
First I hear it and then I start to feel it
My fingers
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
of romance
I want to get down on my favorite sound
I need music energy from my head to my feet - ah
First I hear it and then I start to feel it
My fingers
a ocean of sharks
And a back full a hackmarks

They say I'm fallin' off
Yeah, they better call it off
and get muscle
and find another hustle quick
homie we too sensitive, it spill out to the streets
I make the call and get the coast involved then history repeats
But while sitting down with Jay
He
crew 
They shot down one, they shot down two
Now tell me what the fuck am I suppose to do

Doggz gonna get ya
Doggz gonna get ya
Doggz gonna get ya
Anticipation grows
Mother nature adds the ingredients
The women sip it slow

One day God had to get off his ass
He had to walk to the kitchen and get his own