Lyrics:
Yo, I know everyone out there wanna know, "what the hell does this mean?"
Well, I don't know my damn self
Now what the hell does thoia thoing
home, come on)
Hold up, let's take it from the top, I, Fox
Gets my swerve on, floss pure rocks
In the six drop, boo, and it don't stop
See money
Yea yea yea yea
Guap
I really go crazy a lot, a lot
You would think shawty a janitor just by the way I be making her mo-o-o-o-op
I really go crazy
Now we went every night,
i hit the club and find somethin' i like
somethin' it looks like it would fit just right
by my side and in my ride couse
Throwing punches all over the club
I'll take my shit back
King of this spot
I'ma lack if I'm not
Top 50 rappers
Rapping with accents
Paddling raps
When 12
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
dropped out, still mastered my classes
I mix and master my classics and let the streams bring the cash in
This some scary shit, poltergeist
Grew up, didn't
in my brand new scaper
Gators on my feet, money in my pocket
I gotta do a show so you know I'm bout to rock it
See my homie Short, layin' low-key
I
your soul sucking
Bullshit can get to
Stumping
The other way
When we in the mix
It's SM
And I'm bumping
To a hundred and six
Degrees on top your head
a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin' phones out the trunk I mix G with funk
I put it all together, and rock it
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
Way back when it was shirts versus skins I had my mindset set on a Benz
Took a lot of losses on my way to get N’s I ain’t trip on ‘em took ‘em
Comic, fillin on pain killers, watchin good fellaz,
Dancin in the dungeon all by maself,
I say I think I'm goin crazy, thats a cry for help.
My phone dont
everyday bitch, just to get rich
I know how to stay out the way, but I'm just in the mix (Okay)
Them niggas talkin' out they face, they gon' meet they ditch
to the ceiling (why's that?)
Cuz I'm a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stamping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre
(Dr. Dre)
Now
a mothafuckin' ruthless villain
MC Ren - stomping any fool in my way
With some help from my homeboy Dre
Now my name is Dre - de mothafuckin' doctor
Rippin'
the player hate the game
I be in Liv, ace of spade
Fontainebleau got tanqueray
Gin and juice like ayy ay and im feeling the way that she say my name
Im a real
that pole
The way she's grindin' that pole
I think I'm losin' control
God
I ain't leavin' without you, bitch
Comin' home with me
And my boy,
Smoke you like a joint
I'll take all your girls and I'll rock your boys
Everybody flocking 'cause I got the noise
I control my world you boys are not
the club
While she semi off the Remy bitch got my dick all the way up
Now you judging me, they start some shit you got no proof of
It's not OK if I
Run up on me - you get shot in your sleep
I just moved a key and brought the coke in by the beach
Archeologist, selling rocks for the cheap
I am not
[Shawty Lo]
I was thrown in the game in '76,
By the year '93 I was in the mix,
Knee lan key said we had bad ways
Old folks say we gon shaun our days,
on the rocks 30 carats coming strong
I need my nigga like the rock yea that`s a plus
Body on a ten I love the way he keep it tone
Top notch pretty thing yea he
Had to get it off my chest, COS, my nigga
(Outro)
I know Bus at the desk, he got rock to this
And my niggas uptop, pushing rock to this
And my shorties
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