Lyrics:
a tongue, you better have it sticking out
My poison ivy pack a punch
I take your bitch and dick her down
I'm Brian, but you're calling me a name I don't fuck
know she in my sweater by the end of day
Like my seed, Like my son tryna be like me
Even more when she tell me papi ven aqui
We need to talk, man her
a verse, yeah
Got its birth from the Bronx, city of hard knocks
Sometimes I feel like a glitch in the system, insufficient
Like why am I living? I'm livid,
is shinin' through the shade
Nobody knows what it's all about,
It's too much, man, let it all hang out
Saw a man walkin' upside down
My T.V.'s
a cure
Don't you know that, time waits for no man
Not fate, it's all planned
I'm blessed just to know you
I've loved and I've lost just to hold you
the European man
Throw em into trash cans
Turn em into tin cans
I'm the fucking boogie man
Can't you tell or not
Talking to me, telling me
That I don't fucking
out I've been stuck on my grind
Like it late October
Lights out then clean over
Hide out make no sound because
It ain't the boogie man it's the one
Poo-tang..tang.. no scallywagging!
Now, hit it from the Illtown ground to Cali alley, now
Bang it in a Boogie Down building, with no windows (BX)
With your
get risky
I don't need no stylist
Unlimited shots for who trying to try us
My touch like the Midas
Nothing go down until they run it by us
I took down
Yeah, going out to Showbiz, Whiz One, Lord Finesse
Jazzy Jay, my man Q-Tip, KX, yo check it out
Check one, two, no one to run to
I Catch-22, when I
Deluca said where did this come about?
And Sheila said we're passing by right now.
My God the van's still there let's go and get the numbers down.
They
And guess what that's just what we gone do- Talk about it
We ride out your Bed-Stuy way
Straight cooling in the Bronx, that was my day
We could glide down
jacking that you know me
Hood politician causing all this controversy
No fake smile you ain't never been the homie
I don't clout chase hold it down by my
-
You ain't gotta know Buck! (UH)
You ain't no man
Nigga you ain't got no nuts
(heeeeeeeeeeey) damn!
Uh oh! - Here we go! He standing by Ja Rule!
ten toes down
MJ on Motown, James Brown slide through the town
Get it by any means, you ain't lookin' at a clown
I made it from the bottom, my nigga
clique collapsin' mister
45 hop in ya' ride you'll prob'ly not survive
And put it down like fake criminals when the cops arrive
Man we often makin' a move
sayin' nothin'
Say hello to the Boogie Down Production
MC's today are too pretty what a pity
I represent the city where it's gritty
And grimy I'm furious
me
While working my tan looked down the cliff to see
A line of black and whites dropped by a yellow jersey
Called Uncle Arnie said,
What's going
reppin' five borough
Get at these niggas straight music
Yo, Friday night, woke up in a cold sweat
I can't believe niggas schemin' on Joseph
Nah man
ride
Chorus 2X: Yogi
Loungin' wit my Cru uptown
With the drop town down, with the funky sounds
Chillin with my peoples, and tomorrow there's gonna be
It's so dead the culture fed us
Detrimental stuff I can't give up
I can hold it down and pick it up
Lift it up lift kit on a pickup truck
If I go
it down on our side of the town at any cost
And you loved in the checks by Money Boss so (keep on)
To my cousin G,
I know you're
nobody fuckin with my bro from morningside
he go by bubba and he hit that dance with thunder
I ain't from dallas but I d town boogie
I show my moves off
the devil his due
And I assume that you understand
Around this parts
I'm the boogie man
You're bringin' out the monster in me
The wolves are out
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