Now let's the show show out of the cold cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get back to the show, you know
Uh, uh Ladies and the C-O-double-M-O-N Synonym for fresh, is the emb-lem Hardcore since I was next door to and them Cold as the winter when niggaz was shiverin Shakin in they Timberlands, you was played as Hot for a minute, now you a "remember him" I been a +Master+ P was No Limit-in Stick a sayin, no and no mimickin Q infinitin down old blocks are in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) like Ren and Pelican these niggaz on who I be Before the paper and the fame niggaz Rashid Noble like Dru Ali - many come but few have been to be a true MC You sing along wit it, you knowin it's wack Young I don't need a openin act
Now let's start the show out of the cold cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get back to the show show, you
Let, let, go It's a festival in hip-hop, we do it Pop your bottles, Chicago do it in staccato Choppin notes for my homies, a motto And Farragamo givin dudes the model Think fast, slow, survival is the throttle Your live show is hollow, shoulda it local over vocals, soundin soft as JoJo With twelve monkeys on it's hard to see who's a gorilla You was better as a dealer Feel the of this B-boy ration-al of it is what you say, and half is style Guess it's for you to stop cashin now It's over folks, tell guys to put the glasses down Masters now, touch the youth like a Catholic priest Performances me stackin the sheets
Now let's start the show out of the cold cold We come the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The and the hoes hoes The and the Stones Stones Whoever you fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show, you know