cause the kane said so This is the dance floor groove of the album Presented to you all live from calvin Whoops! I meant to say mister cee The disc jockey down with me
time I traded in my knuckles for a Mac-10 And rather live the life of crime With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two It's live Boo start shit too
I'm in my room smokin' boom, playin' Nintendo, high off the indo Who shot Rudy? From courthouse to your house Rich house to poor house QB to Shaolin
D's are still clockin' me Rookies on their fours havin' wet dreams of knockin' me See me jumpin' out the mean Lex, a street odyssey So vex they follow me
it Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies That's why they whisper when they see me, point and stare at me 'Cause they just wanna live through me
leave at the time just duckin' the fog nosin' around like a hungry dog In that crazy place called Washington DC I saw a crowd of people on the White House
never biting you're exciting To the crowd, club, congregation, or gathering Homies in the street will be thinking you're O.G. Smooth, wordy example of how I'm living
in the motherfuckin' house You know what I mean it's your life nigga, live or die Can't ya see I'm on fire, so quit hating on me pimpin' I'm just living
never going to happen There is evil in this world but it begins right at home So let's clean house, then let's cast the first stone You think equal rights means
build a store Let me, tell you the story in the form of a dream I don't know why I have to tell it, but I know what it means Close your eyes, just picture
same sink as me I mean metaphors, storylines, deep shit, club shit, girl shit, world shit They don't use to ink like me Niggaz don't even THINK like
's Flamboyant y'all Yeah, yeah yeah, Corleone y'all Me and my man was cruisin' through the streets And everything was flowin' nice the corner's crowded
me I'm bout the dope pushing money grope Just got out of jail And already back slanging dope My daddy wasn't there for me g And my mom left me in the house
[Flavor Flav sample] Bass for your face, London! Everybody in the house make some NOISE! [crowd makes some noise] [Chorus 2X] "Base for your face, b-
is gold since eighteen years old So what that mean? I rolled the blunt And puff the indo smoke in it, I trip in a minute Crazy holy doctor holdin me '
Get with it Get with it Get with it Got beats that are boomin to keep the crowd movin Cause this administration needs some removin Since 9/11 got war
want my nose to grow They started tripping on me, busting and flipping on me So I had to front and say yo, true, stick it on me I started smoking to prove