cola Girl, when I send for ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible
stairs Jumped into your ride, pushed the speed to the limit Jumped out of your car faster than you jumped in it Now you're at the jam but in for a shock
land to down that show - with 2 shoes and a magic hand man now it's aplan as flamenco turns to -down shakin there's a jazz jam and Julie's got the whole
me lookin' Oh, and you really Got me cookin', oh My heart went flip My brain went skip I said c'mon, c'mon, c'mon C'mon, c'mon, c'mon I'm hot now I
what I would do While loud on this staff like birds one and two My crew runs thicka than syrup from the burough You get hurt up, word up, jam-med like
You went to school to still run in the street Back in the day, you know a raw nigga like me don't play I'ma blue B L A C K black-ass nigga Suck my dick
don't let the bedbugs bite Going way out when I'm aiming to please You havin' a good time, climb up my trees C'mon what you waiting for? C'MON
, don't want none An' just 'cause we talkin', what you doin' C walkin'? It's not just a dance, it's a way o' livin' Now if ya C walkin', ya best to see
begin, as I standin' Tossed the tall can on a campus off the limital scanners takin' penitentiary chances Sick wit it, off the ric wit it Blue beenie
state trooper Told me that I didn't have the right to bite I said, "Your wife looks just like a fat blue grouper" Sittin' in my aqua blue jail cell,
with blue and purple comin down with tha 5th in the back, and Im feelin so true, got much love for my nigga named Screw, that Key-C in this bitch, my
bat and shake up the levels from New York to Montego It's all about the lyrics, it's not about the ego Quick to make a jam and slam sound like the pro
down (3X) Don't y'all know you can't hold me down (3X) Interlude: Puff Daddy Shake that ass, shake that ass, shake it (repeat 8X: c'mon, I see you, yeah, shake that booty c
make up body all made up Platinum played up Pearl Jam cut up Roxanne Roxanne you don't really have to put on ya red dress if you feeling kind of blue
[Triple C] Big Bow, 13 motherfucker Big Bow, 13 [Triple C] Another jam from the mind of the double D I put it down for the homies and the Central Coast
't rap no more Call it Simmons Incorporated, since seventy-four Lotta money in this fam, think about it Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam Well