', bitch I got a attitude I step on your shoes and won't say pardon, be cautious Hidin' from the one-time, nutty as I wanna be Wild and disorderly, pissin
it Get low Bus And as we started, got me ringing her bell When I come I be doin' it and doin' it well Then I beat up the ******* and be makin' it swell
up We got 'em strung with the drugs that we dealin' Or peelin', some loud niggas, thugs can feel us And my Brooklyn killers, and my project niggas And
fingers up, I'm from around the way, it goes Put your trigger fingers up, I'm from around the way, it goes Storm with me, waitin' on Mignon and Iggy And
mac truck diesel. An' I'm playin' all the ladies And I know not a sucker can fade me. So watch me get buck wild Yo and just pump the crowd and everybody
persuasions Carousing in the crowded bars Down in New Orleans The nights are free and wild Women will treat you all right Down from the quarter they're calling me And
and head Looked down at my shoes And the cuff in my slacks Hand inside my pocket Came out with something sticking Double mint goes in my mouth Jaws are breaking north and
's cowboys and ladies and old folks and babies And young girls with stars in their eyes Flashy bronc riders and whiskered old timers Tellin' their stores and
' and the leaves are turnin' gold And the smell of wood smoke takes me back to days of long ago I think about my childhood, pumpkin pie and Halloween And
you When the crowd go wild Tell me whatcha gonna do He's gonna rewind Rewind, when the crowd say, "Bo selecta" Rewind, when the crowd say, "Bo selecta
song" And the crowd goes wild as if Holyfield has just won the fight But in actuality it's only about 3 a.m. And three niggas just don' got hauled
the east to da west we roll [Verse 1] Now when I do this thang ima do it wild And I ain't Rakim but I can move da crowd And when I'm having sex, I
stop play off Where's the fucking pay off? One gets the mic, one makes the pass One executes the play time for a Mexican wave Crowd goes wild for racket
flush made up of hearts Queen high off the faux-blush Freak outs, leak out, and bleed out, and speak out and reroute and seak out the weak crowd And
. ETOWN. This goes out to my peeps up in the crowd. This goes out to my niggas gettin' wild. This goes out to the kids that is representin'. This goes
to the park in the summer or illustrate, a time and place you've never been and make you focus on the future after seein' the beginning and my style wilds
drummer I take you through the streets to the parks in the summer Or illustrate a time and place you never been in And make you focus on the future after seein' the beginning And my style wilds
s here for real You might murder against your will And some run around with intent to kill II swear to uphold my mission And that's fight to the bloody