know-how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know-how Party people, I got know...how Bust it! [Verse 3] MC's I'll ruin, cuz I know what I'm doin' I'll
'cuz I got know how, you know what I'm sayin'? I got know how Party people, I got know how Bust it MC's I'll ruin, 'cuz I know what I'm doin' I'll
Traduction: Young MC. Savoir-faire.
Method ad-libs x4] [Method Man] Yo D how we do it [Redman] Hey yo D how we do it [Method Man] Hey yo how we do it All day how we do it [D'Angelo] Yeah
will take it's toll But that's okay you can find me chillin at shows Tearin up shit cause no one ever knows The truth behind all the smoke I blow You wanna call me young
a second That I'd do it on my own And I held on to my corner Trusted in the things I know You will never feel how good it is to love me Rather than control
I'm way too deep in the game to go sit back in the crowd Teachers told me get a job, save up for 401k Man I'd rather be young and shit, countin 401k.
Coup Looking Like Orange Juice When Them Niggas See The Truth They Dont Be Knowing What To Do Yeah Im Scrap The Youngest In The Nation Young Nigga Quit
girls i wanna tell about How I have em yellin at da top of dey lungs and.. Lets get it poppin, let lets get it jumpin Aint nuthin to da young dog Run
2X Verse Three: Busta Rhymes How ya feel? Party people, how ya feel? Let me know if everything remains real! Word up! Tell me how ya feel! I feel good
I had told him to stop by and check this out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind shook his head like white boys dont know how to rhyme I spit
fly who they know it's might I come through all the tones they're plain but nice Pimp down the side just to see tiny red stripe Oh I really know how to
I never picked this, this picked me I weren't your average pickney So many young boys wanna mc Oh lord I don't know why you picked me They wanna prick
