Lyrics:
(Woo-woo)
Just, ah, move your body to the,
Woo-woo, funky sound cause the, Woo-woo
Party train, Woo-woo, is coming, to your town, Woo-woo, so, ah
Pack your
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Yes yes yes
It's a test test test
Now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest rest
If you were
the blues
Let 'em kill me, I refuse
I'm down for killing
But the one of [edited] I was accused
I leave ya funky
I put my trunk-y
Hair by a monkey
So
Surrounded by the sick
Niggas count to four and E-Rickets
Out the fuckin' door and
All the time now I'ma wreck the fly shit
Crabs - steady - screamin' oh my it
the house without my money rag
I don't leave the house
Without my fuckin' Glock
I'm not goin' like Biggie or Pac
That's fucked up what they did to Biggie
I
life hard life I'm a giant
Only move in silence
Give you that guidance
Give you that guidance
You goin remember me
Bad to the bone she call up my phone
[Chorus-Kangol Slim]
Ya fuckin' with them Hounds, from G-Town we don't mess around
Come get that ass straight Chopped Down
Ya fuckin' with them
is back, from shaolin's underground
Who's in town? you guessed it, you guessed it
It's the drunken monk, and i came to get cessted
Infested, wit deep
that's how I get known
My heart is made of stone plus I'm bad to the bone
If you step up to diss 'em son, you'll find on the hum'
that Diamond Shell is not
Hook x3
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And I'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
bones
Already 6 I’ll be balling in the town
She wanna rock, i might broke her yeah I might
Grey sky mix up with my accomplishments
I’m on fire, drop
Feels so good
Feels so good
Feels so good
Yes yes yes
It's a test test test
Now Rule is the town
Where we rest rest rest
If you were
forget-me-not whispers, daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light
Oh cut loose like a deuce, another runner in
Steady living by the trigger
I toss on nigga
Nuthin' on my ass but Tommy Hilfiger
Droppin' chronic by the pound
Who's teachin' classes?
Bitches blowin all
.44
Let a funky snatched the money handle business to momo
Tired of havin nothin wearin my brother's clothes
Many times i got drove by niggas in
that
I ain't goin' back
Home alone broke
Bout to pull a
Funky Cold Medina
Like I'm Tone Loc
I been goin' in since
A Pocket Full of Stones bro
Rollin'
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize
D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika
The bakers man, bake me a cake
car, then
Tagged him with the skull and bones, cause he be soften
Hollow like a head without no brains inside
And his girl was so damn small, you had
you suffer when I bust a funky dope rhyme
I'm not your average everyday type of rapper
I beat you down and run you over like a tractor
And keep goin
a broad and we out of town
It's Bizzy Bone, he been carryin his cross - one love, one love
[Chorus: Bizzy Bone (Playalitical) {female singer}]
So get
the pedal to the metal back to the liquor store
Cause you know what I mean when I'm feelin kinda funky
A sick honky, straight goin donkey
Money in my sock,
She opens the blinds to let the light in
It gets so dark here on the first floor
A basket of pills sits on the table
And there’s a walker by
First up it's the nuts up, what's up
To the niggas from the projects
Prospect Park in Brooklyn, I'm lookin' at another crime scene
Committed by
Just cuz I got the ladies by my side doesn’t mean that I’m playin’
I’m just really smooth with my music that’s all I’m sayin’
I can take em all
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