you kept, that keeps me here. But don't you know, We're on the road, gotta get the right insurance, Play with matches you're gonna get burnt, Let you
m burnin' the dutch You thought them other niggas was hot, I'm turnin' it up This the blueprint, nigga are you learnin' or what You done told me you respect me, now tell me
bow wow to the yippie yo yippie hands down i don't belive nobody can't do nothimg wit me I'm to spiffy Stay new at the feetI got all the suburbon nerds and kids in the street wit me
where we is man [laughing] De La Soul, you done it again! De La Soul, you done it again! [laughing] De La Soul, you done it again! [laughing] Flava Flava, De La Soul, you
hustlers everyone's talkin about [Verse Two] Shit I might as well be duels, cause they call me the Flowmaster I keep ridin tracks like a natural disaster You
I-D R-O-C-K Down with Jive, RCA Hey how could you judge me cause what I am Be blind to my mind And take a look and say fuck him Look at the black man,
Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz Poppin like we drug dealers, simply cause she butt-naked Honey in the club, me
for you I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash I
Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? C'mon now If you wanna go and
waitin' Jersey that's whassup (Whassup, yo?) You heard me light the Dutch (Smokin' weed) Rock on like what the fuck (What the fuck?) Jersey that's whassup, Brick City Jersey
, na chill , where the weed at It's da bullshit, bullshit, yo where the weed at fellas, what you lightin' Yo, yo, you motherfuckers gon' learn When it
Motherfuckers Coming to you live from Newark, New Jersey Hey Redman would you roll that blunt and get me fucked up Fucked upall nightall night Hey Redman would you
touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence No matter what you ask me, I'm givin' you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? Fuck what you
coast I'm talkin' to you baby You! Get-get-get-get-get-ready Get ready You! You! But in the kingdom of God... ...come back fat as a rat all the way down
