Uh, check it out now Uh, no doubt now Uh, yo, check it out now Uh, no doubt, yo Special girl, real good girl Biggest thing in my itty bitty world Called her up and she made me feel right Wish bliss could never take flight Sittin' back with this mic in my hand Spittin' hot shit tryin' to see grand Imprinted on my mind every minute Make my plans and you always in it, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing And even though we both fly Give each other space and not the evil eye Actin' like grown-ups Don't even try to hide 'cause the spot blown up Girlfriend tellin' you she wanna see I say, "I don't know" but you say, "Gladly" And when we both do hemp We go on and on and on and on and on and Sweeter than Ben & Jerry Can I rhyme? Well, you know I gets mine Sittin' round in my abstract part This abstract thing doin' abstract parts, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, yo It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing (Look at you) check it, yo, (look at me) check it, huh (Look at you) yo, check it, (look at me) uhh, yo Yo, such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing (Look at you) yo check it, yo, (look at me) check it (Look at you) yo, (look at me), yo, yo, yo Yo, such a vivrant thing Vivrant uh, uhh-uhh, uh Gettin' back to my MC status All the willy that I kick make the other niggas mad as Movin' to your town and situation Shorty thought she subtle, but she really was blatant when she Shook her thing and violated Now these wolf-like thoughts are formulated I'm sayin', "Yo, is this some heartfelt shit in here" Am I a strongman nigga well, shit, yeah Plus we can hold a convo Or go to the movies, my crib, whatever yo Just wanna see you by my side We on 95, know the stash is in the ride A rappin' nigga for real You would find me in a cypher if I didn't cop a deal Rap slate like big grate You buy, I sell, we split big cake Uh, uh, just move your little thing Move it around and shake your little thing Uh, uh, yeah It's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Yeah, it's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, yeah Uh, it's such a vivrant thing Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Vivrant thing, a vivrant thing, uh Vivrant thing, ah, out, yo, uh, uh Yah

The, the, the, the hit man His power is so great That's for real Ain't about a whole lotta talk It's, it's, it's about, about, it's, it's about a-a-action, can you dig it? He got the eye and the heart to do it, yeah From the roof with a scope, there's a whole art to it Ain't no emotion when he pulls the trigger Brief second of silence, then you see what he do to niggas Pistols, rifles, grenades, whatever He's a killin' machine, bought and paid for and clever And way iller than the last nigga Smoke a nigga in the club then dance right past niggas Once in a while, there'll be one who'll stand out Who's more than psycho, who'll take any man out With a certain passion for sendin' bullets blastin' A certain fashion to the way this nigga wax 'em And this assassin gets mad satisfaction From puttin' all this worthless scum out of action A sense of pride in his skill Looks in the mirror and salutes before he rides for the kill You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Or do it lawn mower style, rrt You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa Buckin' at niggas wigs while he's puffin' on cigs Lay him down, then he bounce out of town to another gig It ain't nothin', he don't need many friends Funded different type of weapons, he got plenty of them If you pass him on the street or see him in his spot He's always calm, cool, collected, very rarely is he not Hit man, with ice in his veins Does the job so precise they up the price with his name Shadowy figure, never too loose with the lip Forty-four long in his coat, deuce-deuce on his hip Baby nine in his boots and his trunk is full This nigga's on some shit and can't be fucked with, fool In the grimy world of highly-paid hustlers First they get goons to muscle ya, then get him to touch ya You wouldn't wanna get in his way, nor his associates Or a tombstone bearin' your name will be appropriate You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring With the doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Or do it lawn mower style, rrt You got the bag, pop? I got the thing-thing It's in the sling, here it is, let me let it ring I got potatoes and the mufflers in the whole thing With the fwt, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa, doo-pa

It's Q-Tip, the ass-jack Will.i.am and Sergio Q-tip steady rockin' on yo' radio It's the eh, it's the ethnic It's the hip hop dance, let's sing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing It's Q-tip Don't have lotta time, man, I really gotta move man She's waitin' for me now, man, don't wanna blow the move, man ? Cause you know I gotta go to her place I go to another space when I look at her face And look at her eyes they're deep like pools of water I'm really turned on now and I know that I oughta Hold her hand, let my love pour dance on the dance floor If you can't dance, baby, I can show you Jus' clap yo' hand and let the music take you And put your foots in, and let it all shake ya And take yo' head and put you hands up, ah And shake your waist, ah, and you can tip it up Just move your hands, eh, and move your waist, eh You're looking in my eyes and in my face, ah And then I feel you when I keep pace, ah And then we dance, and we let the music happenin' We fall in love all over again, again, again, we say Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing And check it out, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah It's Will.i.am, check it out, check it, ah, ah, ah Can't be wastin' time, yeah, I gotta make my move, man Gotta girlie lookin' at me, peeping at my hood, man No time to waste when you're up in the spout ? Cause there's too many boppers that make my cock block So I git myself together, make sure I'm looking smooth, man Walk up pumpin' it as, and what you do, man She tol' me she chillin' and they doin' nuthin So I said maybe later we can get in the sun We can skip to a diner and sip a little coffee And talk about hip hop stars and astronomy By the way baby what's your sign She said,? Virgo?, I said,? Pisces mine? And this was her favorite dish And I never met a virgin pretty like this Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it, do it, do it Let's do it, do it, do it Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaingengeng Cirikidzing, cirikidzkidzing Corocodo, corocodocodo Cerecedeng, cerecedegedeng Cisaingeng, cisaidengeng Cirikidzing It's Q-tip, it's Q-tip Yo 'tip you on point, yeah Is the beat on point, yeah Is Sergio on point, yeah I know you know I'm on point, yeah Yo 'tip you on point, yeah Is the groove on point, yeah Sergio on point, yeah I know you know I'm on point, yeah You know they love it like this, yeah Because we got it like this, yeah You know we love it like this, yeah Yeah, it's like this y'all, it's like that y'all Will.i.am in da house with Sergio Q-tip's in da house on the radio On the radio, on the radio On the radiya, diya, diya, diya, diya, di, radio