Lyrics:
full of men
No kids or boys, E got the Mac 10
Islam's got the Zulu Nation back up
DJ Aladdin's who
Hooked the fuckin' track up
Syndicate's make'n
whip more right away
Gotta break the cook off you know by the way
But you know that though
Tell me whatcha know 'bout dope
Tell me whatcha know 'bout
Little boys and girls, they all love me
Come sit on the lap of I-see-E
And let me tell ya a story or two
About a punk-ass nigga I knew
Named
Yo, can I hear this record by Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock?
Hey, man, you sure you wanna hear this, man?
You sure about that, man?
Alright
Right
the ground
It's time a nigga put Big Boy
Where the fuck they belong
Rollin' wit Tec-9 snortin' dope
Best believe it's on
Partners-N-Crime you ain't nothin'
the house by Chuck D's side
Chuck got the flavor, Flav don't hide
P.E. crazy, crazy P.E., makin' crazy Louie's for the shoppin' spree
Ya eatin' dirt 'cause
well-rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung
well-rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung
-E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world
-E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world
the center and face your competition
As I rock, you jock, and in shock
And have fear, when the E is on the spot
(You pulled the mic handle, Joker, Joker,
tell these hoez wanna be on the same team that she's layin on
[Hook]
[C-Bone]
Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough
When beef come areound
ass was to piss up
By me or anyone of my boys I bust you in yo mouth and
You still talkin' noise try'na get yo rep on knowin' that you fake
and the shuffle and the roper dope
Cause I'm as hard as hard rock in the hard rock town
I gotta .357 and I break it on down
Three hundred and fifty seven
get through this man, meet me by the sto'
And I don't know, what they told you boy
I got that A1, whole baking soda boy
You could add the B12, put it in
Mission By Tha End Of
Tha Night Niqqa . I'm On Robot For More Gwop.
I'm Tha Fourth Letter Boy,
Wit Tha Boy On Tha Dope Spot.
Sold Rocks. Over Visions Front
And we'll annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake
with the boys in black when your ass get tapped
By Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E., the mafia of rap
Life of last (lane) never been delayed
Commit a crime on stage
-E (Crowd repeats)
The Soul Sonic Force
You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world
still screaming out my name
you broke boy missing, you ain't even aim, you motherfuckers sleep by the highway
I wake up and ball, I'm rocking that shit
shit up [oh yeah] and here to rock ya
With some help from my homeboy E
The criminal of the ruthless posse
Fuckin' it up [word up] is what we do
and rock the dope TEC's
Get drunk
Then run through crews like group sex
Get sprung, it's fun, out to hear the hoes
Homeboys, make noise from back to front
to death sam ah dae pop (Pop am)
So so ice na me neck ah dae rock am (Ahnn ice ice)
Den wan copy we e nor go work
Wan for do am lek ah do am nor dae work
B.
(Chorus: Scratched by DJ Unknown)
Tired of the mother fucking jackin
Boys that be jackin
Tired of the motherfucking jackin
Police, want to front;
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