It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay It's Pete Rock, Kanye, One, two, okay
sogging it. Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it. Suplexin it on cement, like I'm on some straight outta compton shit Take this dick and chomp on
Then she gotta skate, Young Lupe, I hit the beat hard, Bobby Bouche I keep them tools on me, Get the screwface, Flowers for the dead, Here's a bouquet, L.V.s nigga on
Im'a be ya playa for life, Cuban Link, CLK, yeah, Im'a be ya playa for life, It's plain to see, u can't change me, 'cause Im'a be ya playa for life,
moody too you don't like me and rock what we do to you did we crash and party take your girl, steal your gig or all of the above well then Ifeel ya kid
on me ya duck. Still waters runn Deep, So do my puckets and thats why see love it. And I keep it popping, And I keep it rocking, Like kid on that kiddycat
niggaz it couldn't be Without Envy, Whoo Kid, Kool Kid and Ron G My nigga Enuff, S and S, Capone Chubby Chub, Sight for Sound and it's on Wordup this street shit right here mayn Ya
? D block, we got 'em going crazzy, crazzy Without baking soda, still keep the arm and hammer D block flag waving on the rangest tanner In our jungle, all gorillas keep
on the groove everybody looking, what youre gonna do now move closer for the KID one time closer for the KID one time closer for the KID one time back that ass on the KID
rock me ah eh eh ah eh eh You see I'm tryin to get the punani but you just wanna rock me oooh check it So get your ride on ride the thundercloud and
decker. And get ready cause im comin' for ya, better get your whole team to start running for ya. Holdin' campaignins. I dont care if your famous. Im on
Carter, tell them bitches I'm a surgeon Cleaner than some brand new detergent Ya heard me? And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie Tell 'em get on
on all fours Thug shit, I keep a beamed out fifth Is you fiend out bitch, catch a gleamed bullet I live the street life ya heard, guns money and birds Get dead armed and dead on
grounded as the amounts roll in I'm real I thought I told ya, I'm really been on Oprah, that's just me Nothin' phony, don't hate on me What you get is
do? (I'm gonna tell you a story) [Verse 1: Cam'Ron] Yo, uh, I rock baguettes with hoodies, it's like extra goodie I couldn't break dance ya'll, or electric
to come and get ya Keep ya clique tight, know ya goals Don't speed, slow ya role, don't speak, learn the codes For they pop ya a** barbecue ya body
on, hold on The Roller Coaster Malpractice (Stop, stop, stop, stop) Hold on, hold on PPP Def Squad, we lock shit down Hold on, hold on The Roller Coaster
glass and second half on your monkey ass And yo my man Tical hit me now Bitches use to play me now they cant forget me now Forget me not, I rock the