Lyrics:
We the best right now
Only God knows how
Must've saw me on TV yeah
Now you wanna be down
On the Radio repeating
Now you wanna cop a sound
Now you
in love again
Now lemme take ya, over those hands
Now I'll make sure you'll always be in demand
By the house, or by the furniture
He just playin'
party, the one with the top sure shot mix
Stop a futuristic hit dance, just party (Get loose, get loose)
Every time we get into it, makes us wheel
party, the one with the top sure shot mix
Stop a futuristic hit dance, just party (Get loose, get loose)
Every time we get into it, makes us wheel
Now here's the perfect mix to let it bubble and foam
Wait three seconds, then watch the microphone get blown
It's the mischievous, lyrical genius
motherfuckers gon' get on yo' ass, boy
Yo' ass gon' be barbequed, boy
Drop that Almighty So 2 right now, bro
We need that shit right now
The streets need that
an' a quarter ta fall
An' the big hand's a-settin' on noon, son
Now if the fish don't bite and the almanac's right
And the groundhog sees his shadow
Whistle as the girls walk by if the cops roll up (so what)
Pour the cops a cup cause everybody's here tonight
Call a taxi, pack the back seat
I wouldn't
ha
Yo, dig this, we tryna get money here
Wrms, De La Soul, Saturday, y'all
(And rollerskates, and rollerskates)
(And rollerskates,
"What do you think I'm just working for you here?"
Actually, will you, will you send a drink, to the lady at the end of the bar?
Yeah that one right
Yeah, sorta set him right on fire.
I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles, goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power.
waitin for second comin of jesus.
.. and I was the only one that believed it.
Now i am the only gettin sea sick.
A couple shots on the yacht.
Write
hits)
(Raw shit, hardcore hip-hop hits)
Yeah that's right, we're Public Enemy number one in New York
Public Enemy #1 in Chicago
Public Enemy #1 in
left my crib and got sprayed
And expired right away, nuttin' to say, sad chapter
Around here, either you get killed or you get captured
Sister girl,
addict itch
So Method Man, you could have that bitch
But now she got neighbors against me, still her favorite MC
I just hit her hard and she got papers
they feeling our shit
So we hit 'em with the really crazy flow (crazy flow)
To let 'em know that we be hitting it fa' sho
Time goes by, in your life
clap like a standin' ovation
Spin like my record at the radio station
Feel the sensation, I put it right there
They be like Luda, I be like yea!
You
Yeah, ye, spit my gum out right now, haha
What up world? Got my insperation in the studio with me, right?...feelin' good
Got a lot to smile about,
a preacher lyin
Sayin God don't love me if I don't tithe
I need real help in a real season
I need real faith in a real Jesus
I'm hanging on by a thread though
Yeah, ye...spit my gum out right now...haha
What up world? Got my insperation in the studio with me, right?...feelin' good
Got a lot to smile about,
And that wouldn't be enough
So fuck these haters and fuck these hoes
Damn right I still mean that
Now they wanna hear a country nigga rap
Five albums
fucking clowns
You niggas is fucking clowns, y'all ain't gonna nowhere
I'm right here, I'm right here, huntin' you'll motherfuckin'
Bitch ass niggas
mix it (mix it)
Fast forward true story, I lived it
Take the torch and run when Mix gives it (ooh-ooh), now
I remember when the scholars sold out
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
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