Lyrics:
Long black hair with the white rag
40 cent Faygo in a brown bag
Jump Steady, Rude Boy, and Nate The Mack
Chillen by my side 'cause my Posse's stacked
I
're somewhere in Abu Dhabi
With Arabians G5'in', and with my posse
It's outrages, on that good Jamaican
That's right I'm too faded, you're two shaded
I'm too
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
cake, hey, the Method Man
Don't eat Skippy, Jif or Peter Pan
Peanut butter, 'cause I'm not butter
In fact, I snap back like a rubber
Band, I be Sam,
to box
One-two punch and the GoreTex drops
On your toe, your brother got caught
By GoreTex boots from the GoreTex shop
Git it!
Posse in effect, scramble
with God and I assure you, You'll go major ou ou
Ou Ou I can see the blessing coming through
Ou Ou watch em stepping in two by two
Cause we going off
Me
a mack and you turnin
Up the black in you
Skill for skill you the minor we the major
I grade your whole album like
A bad term paper
ZERO, don't be a fan!
Knock knock, guess who's coming to dinner?
Fred, Mr. Eazi, Major Lazer in a Beamer
Oh my God, I've never seen a bottom like this
See the way she
to New York to play
They was busted by the pussy posse
And the prosecutor popped them in the pen
Put your foot on the rock
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah,
of that
Some of that
Yeah gotta get me some of that
In my ride, by my side, down the highway
In the dark, in my arms, in your driveway
All because
too, too much posse
Yeah, I threw a party, much people came by
I'm talking to a 'g' cause the 'g' real fly
Sittin' in my room,
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
my crew got to have it
And after they dog it, I autograph it
The SYNDICATE don't lecture
We move in a group, seduce and capture
And if the posse
and punks, never ever want to see me in power
Well, that's too bad, Apocalypse now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice
y'all feel out there?)
Too Damn Hype
(Oh yeah!)
In the place to be
The 1989 Too Damn Hype posse
What are we?
Too Damn Hype
I can't hear y'all
What we
high and low-o-o
'Til I come once again with my banjo pickin' friend
We'll be oh high and low in Santa Rosa
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
TV's
Had the ride packed up 'til we heard "freeze"
Fuckin' blue lights, read 'em their rights
Drama
Drama
Drama
Drama
4 in the morning, lights in my
the black stretch limo cold rolls up
And then the posse breaks, high off the Cold Duck
And then I set the mic to show destruct
Even if we open up, that
and Gucci Mane make the trap
(Aye)
I'm twerkin' both hands on me working
Packing a truck stop to train a back in
We big flip jug we tote it off
below the Marlboro man, above the right field wall
We do the wave all by ourself
Hey ump, a blind man could've made that call
We like our beer flat
Ounce by ounce, putting in together
Small amounts, adding up to make a work of art
First of all you need a good foundation
Otherwise it's risky from
and joking until I talk stupidity
I am so higher than the city
Be fly in the clouds, what a view, so pretty
I'm such a bad boy, P Diddy
We got them notorious
efforts we stay?] together reign forever
Please
You think I give a fuck about your Clown Posse? You insane!
You acting like a journalist and racking my
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