Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you like man) (Blastin off the big dog) Yeahhhh, just do it! (I feels, Funkmaster, if it ain't his it shit) C'mon, do it (You know?) (Volume III) Yeahhhh, do it! (We're all the way live, boyyyyy) C'mon, just do it (You got mad dogs, you got your pissed dogs) c'mon, just do it (and then you got your big dogs) Yeah, (like Funkmaster Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, street walker, talker the author Stay in it to win in the ride the windows tinted Aromatic addict, ganja fanatic Smoke on the black shit, maintain you actors overreactin Packin but they slackin they lackin direc-tion, thinkin that Smif-N-Wessun gon' em in the sec-tion, smokin tear through your teflon Before you get a chance to your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like Johnny leavin lots of lumps cause lots of chumps, think they gettin But ain't no leeways, come back like DJ's, cut yo' Leave you dizzy, me get bizz-ay, sideline niggaz askin is he, the one they came to see, S-T Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for lovely vocally Me and my P-N=C thee
Yo if you're out to be the boss and (just do that) Run up in clubs big dogs (just do that) If you have to let yours off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that) If you're out to be the and floss (just do that) Run up in clubs big dogs (just do that) If you have to let yours off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that)