Lyrics:
trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
It's Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty, get down and lay down
trips with chumps up in my trunk
And I take 'em real far to a safe place to dump
It's Mister countdown
I'm with ya dirty, get down and lay down
hella high
Curl on the dumbbell L
We can't even S-P-E-L-L MTV or TRL
Supreme novelists, we rank superior, guardin' the post
Down low in the 'jects,
"What are you going to do?" (2X)
"Nigga!"
"The K the double O the L the G are A P letters"
"My mic sound nice check one"
"The K the double O
look around me
So many motherfuckers wanna down me
But an enemigo never drown me
In front of a dirty double-mirror they found me
And (I love
on the ground make him lay down stay down,
Harmony smooth wid the thug shit,
Mo murda to the fool that clone,
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness,
'cause if you thank us, then you wouldn't try to sound so much like us
I'm the K-I-N-G of that M-P-H-M-S (Memphis)
H-see-P, to the E-N-D, others gone be
always lay with who they want to lay with
Well it's the be -L-A-see-K to the S-P double O-K
It don't matter what another man say
I'm gone still
You gots to chill
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap
that shot to keep the block on pop
And can pop, more chickens than K-F-C
Lay down organize crime be my d-o-g
Chorus (2x)
Steady Mobbin' #2:
I need
pass the K-Y
Let's get ready for some intense, serious ass-fucking
C'mon now, let's all get on down
Let's do-si-do now, we gon' have a good ol' time
pass the K-Y
Let's get ready for some intense, serious ass-fucking
C'mon now, let's all get on down
Let's do-si-do now, we gon' have a good ol' time
They say I'm crazy, and I don't give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
'Cause they don't know nothin
You gots to chill
Relax your mind, let your conscience be free
And get down to the sounds of EPMD
Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap
AK-K-K-K on
(brrt, bap, bap, bap)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
they like, "God, you on your way on? I'm like, "On my way"
You ever had so many
They say I'm grimey, Im greasy
I make a 187 look easy
Fuck that, I lay my murder game down
Push me nigga, see what I'm about
I was a snotty
a real P Run (ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon (froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, nigga, we all ate (no small plates)
If
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
Unlimited pistols but that shotgun cheap and cheerful
My hitters tryna do it like Beanie Sigel
Get down or lay it down (bah, bah)
Get down or lay it down
tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients EPMD and Scratch for that
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with MD,
tracks
Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack
The ingredients EPMD and Scratch for that
Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker
Down with MD, yes
down
Clown down here faking, fronting
Talking bout what you making, nothing
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothing
I'm raised by
the ho that you can be
Oh no I ain't gone playa hate you cuzz you dressed like you a freak
Goin "Now I lay me down to sleep"
With that pimp stick hangin
the Beamer (oh-oh)
I put that girl in a P1 (oh-oh)
She make a mess then she clean up (oh yeah)
She call her friend, her name Tina
I turn that shit
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