Lyrics:
out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from
out on his staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup from the borough
You get hurt up, Word up, Jammed like Pearl
Knock off from
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
One two, one two, one two
I am the Overweight Lover MC, Heavy D
This one goes out to my man DJ Eddie F
Trouble T-Roy my partner G-Wiz
This also
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
living up in Hell's shop
So I'ma live it to the top notch, so I'ma take it to the top notch
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if
living up in Hell's shop
So I'ma live it to the top notch, so I'ma take it to the top notch
I ain't running if the world stops
Said I ain't minding if
people change too
Never let the people change you
Pack made it safe, we straight
Pull off in a cocaine coupe
Got two snow bunnies with me
One Becky
When I go to war, I dun them
Could be this crew or that crew, I dun them
Could've joined that friend up, I will dun them
Out of town, that's where
Yo, if this pussy nigga can't get it live
Get him the FUCK out and let Doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty within
Yo if this pussy nigga can't get it live
Get him the FUCK out and let Doc take the job
I guarantee hardcore funk for three months
Warranty
Groove skank skunk chew rank
Dunk spoon ram junk stew
Stank Mob crew flank bunk
Move jank funk screw that
You ain’t fuckin with the dude in a mask
Y’all
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
Caller, DTI, Top Producer, Pulse Eskimo
Fuckin' Widda Team
My two lips said "You don't wanna
See a nigga on the scene"
Go on then, what d’ya mean, what d’ya
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
Well, I see myself on top, by the age of twenty-two
Or will I drop? A fallen star that has been forgotten, not
In the past, I mainly hustled for
Why don't you follow it (6X)
Follow the funk
Coolin, just like the man's supposed to
You know the most who respect a fool and a post crew
I often
need your touch with me
I need what's for me
I need it
What's to blame?
Why don't you funk with me?
I need my crush with me
I need my crush with me
I
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
Used to be kickin' them doors in my Jordans
I walk in the club with my Lous (Louboutins)
Now we fuck bitches by two
Dropped out of school, they said
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
gads, I rip shop, until the roof fell in
and plus I piggity-pop your shit like *?Jugglo Ellen?*
But umm, rarely does my crew get into beefus
I
when I flex I won't stagger
Or stutter, I wriggity-wreck it quick with my crew
So light, camera, action
Tiggity-take two, roll on, chiggity-check
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