Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh (boy I you knew) You can just do the god damn! (straight from New Cityyyyy) (New Cityyyyyyy) C'mon! (I'ma tell you this 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 your mad dogs, you got pissed dogs) C'mon c'mon, just do it (and then you got big dogs) Yeah, (like Funkmaster Flex)
Brooklyn New Yorker, walker, slang talker the author Stay in it to win in the ride the windows tinted Aromatic marijuana addict, ganja Smoke on the black shit, maintain watch you overreactin Packin but they slackin they lackin direc-tion, thinkin Smif-N-Wessun gon' protect em in the sec-tion, smokin guns tear through your you get a chance to draw your wea-pon my dogs get to wettin yo' street, like pumps leavin lots of lumps cause of chumps, think they gettin past But no leeways, come back like DJ's, cut yo' shit Leave you dizzy, watch me get bizz-ay, sideline is he, the one they came to see, S-T from Cocoa B's Locally, I'm known for representin vocally Me and my P-N=C smoke
Yo if out to be the boss 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 cats (just do that) If you're out to be the boss and (just do that) Run up in with big dogs (just do that) If you have to let blast off (just do that) To all my thorough (just do that) and yo my puddy (just do that)