Lyrics:
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
down my niggas)
(Stunna, Face, Joe Crack the Don)
'Stead I'd rather bust at you
You motherfuckers must be crazy
I been doin' this shit since
and Tip (help me out now, help me out y'all)
This is how we flip (really need ya, help me out now, come on)
My man Muhammad in the house, huh (come on,
Futura is my name
And I say graffiti is where I got my fame
But it's not my fame that I'm here to claim
I wanna tell the real story about my game
Aw,
understand whats happening here
He likes to whisper in mans ear
This cat's a fuckin' bitch
When he's performin'
Look how you went like Notorious BIG
How you
bootleg yah yah
And Matt Heinkle the muthafuckin backstabba
And Heinydogg and that's shoestring
Eh, my boy T-rock is in this muthafucka
BigJ Ski, KeyJ, Joe
crazy
Look, look, look up, uh
This guy is a machine
Gold Rollie with the yellow stones
Shooter sprayin' up your house
While your mother home catch
stacks and rubber bands up in that
Brown paper bag (you're dig)
Brown paper bag (my name is weezy you all)
Brown paper bag (I'm here on behalf
(yes)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes)
Check it
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe flow
If you don't know me by now, you'll never
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
that all my hair would disappear, now look at my head (no, no! Hey!)
Your fate is sealed when your prophecy is read!
He told me that the life of my
critique
Look at me nigga, just a young hood nigga tryna get this cake
I don't need to be givin' out how school gon' educate
Filet mignon for my food stamps
giggedy-gots to flow
My Saturday nights are liver than Joe Piscopo
So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna
See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's
Yeah this one goes out to all the ladies in the house
I need two to stand by me when the chips are down and
Stick around while I defend my
[Featuring Charli Baltimore]
(Kid Capri)
Yes indeed What the deal
This is the world famous Kid Capri
up here wit my man Joey Crack
Joey
for the 2000 plus 2
(It's the Movement baby, this is The Movement)
[Snoop Verse]
Fo-fo in my bag, mo-mo in my glass
Po-po's on my ass, man they
him mine
And he said: "The name of my rig is Phantom 309."
I asked him why he called his rig such a name
He said: "Son, this old Mack can put 'em
[DJ Clue]
Yeah, the world famous DJ Clue
Desert Storm
Jump off Joe Buddens, on top
This go out to all my niggaz
You ain't gotta chain, but you got
don't ever talk to a gurl who says she just has a friend
Chorus
Verse 3 ( Joe Flizzow )
a lil' casanova pimp, man I had my flings
hoodrats
don't ever talk to a gurl who says she just has a friend
Chorus
Verse 3 ( Joe Flizzow )
a lil' casanova pimp, man I had my flings
hoodrats
Coleman rock the house
And Nick T rock the house
To my man Mike Daddy rock the house
And Joe Black rock the house
To my man J Steel rock the house
their guy didn’t get in and they aren’t pleased with the choice
They have to make, and this is all so unprecedented … well kids, let you old Uncle Davis
Come on man
You know I won't be alone
Okay wait a second girl
What is it Snow
I mean at least let my guy get out the car before you start doing this
brudda, this my house
That's my laptop, that's my sound
That's my people, that's my crowd
That's my kingdom, that's my crown
Look, one phone call, man
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