Lyrics:
rather have the digits than daps (tell 'em)
So give me the haps, do you want the meat or the scraps? (come on)
Put heat on my naps, and now my hair look
roll by
(Put your hands in the air) and go: "What you need?"
Now stop, listen, I want to show ya
A scratch I invented, perfected, I know ya
Can't
Devil right? (right)
But I ain't them (nah) they ain't me (uh-huh)
with some bullshit college-ass rappin degree
But let me show you how we do it, duh duh
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
Didn't do it angles, seein' the Lord
I do my shit without a nigga knowing
Walk in the room get to glowing
Placed a order but you didn't know it
Make ya
Frontliner like a barber, I'm ready for fades
The only power that I call on, don't wear out his name
Or use it in vain, be like Judas or cain
Want your rights
And thinkin' how you danced on the disco scene
My name appears in your mind,
Yeah, a name you know that was right on time
It was Phase Two just doin' a do
Pop Pop Pop Muzik
Pop Pop Pop Muzik
Get down
Pop Pop Pop Muzik
Pop Pop Pop Muzik
Radio Video
Boogie with a suitcase
You're living in a disco
Baby, I'm back by popular demand
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand
I did not come to play with you hoes
I came to slay, bitch
Y'all haters
for the mercy you'll beg
After you're stomped out by junior regs
Try to make it Uptown, I don't know why
You'll be stopped in the '80s by the D.B.I.
is running out
No time, my rhyme's runnin' out a fuel
Here's the part you decide if you want to do
Count it up, the dockets from the Swass tour
it's like this, word
In this life every night I'll find the right type in the mix
Like Jack and Coke with limelight
Funny how we do wrong things
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
And so, my fellow Americans
Ask not, "What your country can do for you?"
Ask what you can do for your country?"
And now, back to New York
Hard
, you're playing it like you never did
Should try to get employed by what you dig
Ya' see, I just like all different kinds of music
Name a genre, I'm
flip a to zinc
Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you want
flip a to zinc
Plus, expensive like a roman mink, now think
[Ol Dirty Bastard]
An ugly thirty-six chamber degree, what, you want
disguise, ain't showing any remorse
But that's just hearsay
It's not some shit you need to see to fear it anyway
I got a bachelor's degree in capping by
come as next suggestion
With no question, if ends are guessing
Everybody bounce, skate
Rolling and lighting it
And right about now, the honeybee be kited
mix it with henny, and we turning it green
Like one say, left to the right right, to the left left, to the right
Let me see you bounce with me, East
by my shoe
Foreign whip
I skurt off with the loot
Foreign bitch
She don't know what to do
Hopped out
In the 212
Mix it up
Show how you do
I'm trynna
Ro
Now on with the show
(It's Tha Liks baby)
(It's Tha Liks baby)
One two, one two
I got a tape in my ride, made by Homicide
Ralph M
through
The things that I would do to you but it’s wrong
Tell me hazel what is going on
Lil hazel getting used up by the guys up on the block
They only use
I can kick it.
At my show on the down low, you're sellin' wolf-tickets.
Ha Ha, the trigger I'm tryin' to tell ya.
Now my nigga, I'm getting
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