Yeah Pick up the pace now C'mon Yeah This feel like that tight shit That make you just go get the keys to your whip And just bounce Bounce bounce bounce N'ah mean Go stop at the little spot Get you a little bag of the lie And just bounce bounce Yo Now watch a nigga tongue kiss the track like it was fried chicken Spicy seasoning was finger licking Everything looks grand and I feel so good today Jewels jingling below my belly You know we steady talk shit to them bitches when we be on the celly Four wheelin' with a fifth of henny See now we whippin' and we dippin' through traffic Like we don't give a fuck Niggas follow how we bounce in the truck Then we whylin and we thugging a little Yo we ain't wylin' much A little mellow from the spark of the dutch Down shift, throw it in the fifth gear with my foot on the clutch Speed balling, like we all in a rush While we switch a couple of lanes Flick my little hazard light on Better pull over and get on the lawn Yo, move the barricade, and let my niggas park on the block Make a grand entry up in the spot You know we only here to take all of the food out the pot It's only right cause niggas know we be taking they slack Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Yeah, so amazing, we blazing and changing the bounds Grazing y'all niggas, with something aiming to taking you out We never resort to any measure to keep you with me Wylin' with a sinky rinky dinky ring on pinky Follow the simple flow that'll cripple y'all niggas Drop the shit that'll shake and just ripple y'all niggas What, your boom scheme, get with the new thing Hit you and get y'all niggas, all into the new swing Ah, tally it up, rally it up From the streets to the alley, from the Eastern Cali and up I'm talking dope, all of my niggas, all of my bitches Give you something that'll split you up And leave you with stitches Looking pathetic, I hit y'all niggas with the conneticut Make you respect it, and beat you in the head till you get it Take off my jacket, hope you can match it When the DJ go scratch up the bounce I hope you could catch it So what Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Now let's get high, and let's get drunk You feel that bounce, then turn it up You light your L, and blaze it up Get in the game, and change it up Come in the spot, and flame it up Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up (live it up now) Let's get this dough, and live it up Yeah, live it up now, yeah You know when you got shorty in the passenger side of the whip You bouncing from the club, step on the gas And just bounce bounce bounce, yeah Then shorty come with you to the nearest short stay Get up on top of that and just Bounce bounce bounce That's what I'm talking about niggas, yeah If you pushing down the Belt Parkway The Grand Central, the Long Island Expressway The Cross Island Expressway Southern state, Northern state, Parkway You know 95 South, Brooklyn Expressway, you know However way y'all traveling You just bounce bounce bounce Blunts burning and all Just keep the windows up though Let the smoke stay in the mutherfucking ride, yeah All my bitches in the passenger seat Now just bounce bounce bounce, yeah

Yeah, I'm back to drive you crazy With that hottest shit in the streets No if's, and's or maybe's Errbody gather around from here to little Haiti 'Cause it's Busta (Luda) And (Young Weezy, baby) With Flip Moon and DTP, shit be gettin' ugly Weezy, tell 'em what you rep (I represent Young Money) Yeah I know you got me, homie (Busta, Busta, I got you) Real talk (I'm goin' in) Get 'em killa I'm about to blast off, call it rocket science Daddy fat stacks, check my pocket science And if ya wanna try it c'mon and try it You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet I'm comin' through ya house with them choppas firin' And all adults die, leave the toddlers cryin' I've been a soldier, never met Private Ryan Hey, welcome to the jungle and I'm the lion I'm dippin' in my coupe with the top behind me I'm not the president but I see cops behind me Well, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em and they cannot stop me So I will be drivin' like Ricky Bobby It's my quality like Whitney's Bobby I'm skatin' on blades like Sidney Crosby (That's hot) Sharper than a ginsu, shawty You not Beyonce but I can get you body Now you know what we about to do We goin' full throttle Niggas go and toss ya champagne And throw a fuckin' bottle (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) I got 'em, Ludaa I throw it up like a cap and tassel, I got my rap diploma I throw it up like the gangs in Southern California I got 'em burners on ya, I be lookin' at a Russian rouga I be lookin' like a human torch and I be lookin' like Freddy Couger So don't be sleepin' on me, this ain't a fuckin' dream I pass the rock to these jays like I'm on they fuckin' team But I ain't slagin' dope, I slang Luda vision Hip-Hop's God in these jeans, now that's true religion You couldn't fill my shoes, you couldn't fill my jockey My niggas fight over ice like we been playin' hockey I hope you get the goal, I hope you get the point I'm on a roll with this paper, I hope you get the joint I hope you fire it up, I hope it burn slow I welcome chicks to my nest, I let these birds know And eagles fly alone, so I'm about to take flight And throw it up like ya girl's dress on prom night Now you know what we about to do We goin' full throttle Niggas go and toss ya champagne And throw a fuckin' bottle (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) When I spit, niggas be askin', "Who dat?" It be the God and I know you niggas really wanna know How the hell I do dat and the way that I come through And kill every single thing when I rhyme Never mind, niggas can't compete when I spit a little beat same time (Bring the beat back) My fans will leave ya fuckin' ass leakin' For sayin' you nicer than me, hypothetically speakin' Cool and Dre bring the fuckin' beat back for no reason (Rewind it) Niggas know my rap and know me for always beastin', okay When they see me they stutta, niggas know where I'm from Scoon nu, nu, nu, bada, ba, be, like the speakin' in tongue I single handily move like a thousand niggas kick on Trample niggas like a heard of hippo's (Nigga) When I get hot I pop like oil That's when they call me crystal (Bitch) I seek revenge like the Calte Monty Crystal Crack niggas like the co, swallow a fifth for 'Sisco A gangsta cat walkin' territorial wherever the piss go Now that I'm pissy drunk, why the hell you wanna thug and holla? I'll change that and have you consider studyin' caballa (Shit) They done named me Camala (Hey) 'Cause I am the giant flatten niggas with my foot Who wanna try it? Now you know what we about to do We goin' full throttle Niggas go and toss ya champagne And throw a fuckin' bottle (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) When the game was gettin' weak And everybody started winin' And when the streets needed us We came at the perfect time (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em) (You know we got 'em)

Yeah, operation touch a B I heard that money comes in waves, they say I drowned at 23 And I've been drowning ever since I might need counseling for this shit Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff The lesson there is getting there is way more fun than getting there But here we are compliantly, got INC's in Delaware Dodged a couple Guinevere's, thank God I got no Lancelots I'm a king, I'm well aware of who's insidе my Camelot Couple women tryna bunk with mе, like threes' a company Y'alls crazy ass might be my shot of Don, but not my cup of tea Once a week I lose my cool, I'm probably downplaying (Ha) Gettin' head in my trailer before I headline, got the crowd waiting My fault, that's just how I do, sometimes I'm reckless, uh My fault, that's just how they do it down in Texas To the people I gave love to who turned around, told me, "Fuck you" If you don't heal what hurt you You'll bleed on someone who ain't cut you, damn Wise words my momma sent, why you think I'm single still? Ain't met a chick as solid yet, I paid my sisters college debt I'm just out here being chosen Doors of opportunity keep creaking open Lotta women claiming I'm they boyfriend like they B. Simone When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment Y'all completely broken, Please just leave me alone, it's gettin kind of weird Hahaha, come on One by one (Yeah) two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout to ship a couple of bricks Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher quick What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink Flow crazy, yeah, this shorty lickin' coke up off my dick Back to fuck, the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit Lord forgive me 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts Brag stashed in the glove compartment, hand up in the latest Porsche Of course, and while she gobble me between her jaws Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin Keep a fetish for the most state of the art greatest weapons And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin' Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin' Mama sit and watch her son just grow from such a little angel Morph into a creature she don't recognize at the dinner table Clueless and she can't explain how the hell did I become a Nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness to her stomach Fuck the shit seen on the surface, mama know my heart is good I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood Yeah, I know that's what they say, find ourselves in endless trouble Leavin' youngins on the strip, slide on couple hefty bundles Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful, how I claimed to help the people Helpful as the ones creatin' (Heroin!) for a junkie's needle In one ear and out the other like them niggas talkin' nonsense Fuckin' pussy, throwin' money, livin' foul without a conscience Sniffin' coke (Occasionally) lace my weed when gettin' blunted Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred We at church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies And feelin' like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin' One by one, two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down

Body rock, yo, yo Take it to the hole, yeah, yeah like that Red ... red ... would you like that, yeah Turn it up, turn it up! Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I take it to the hole, it's Redfoo I'm aggressive Four moves ahead, wrong dude to play chess with I roll with the best click flow so impressive Shots automatic, better get you a vest quick (He's heating up!) Could have guessed it They all compete and they all get bested Why try to test it, just how I test it Spit so clean that's why I dress so fresh, kid You see that girl over there she big chested Let's start my motor boat, face nested When I do that, she screams all festive When you do that, she screams, "I'm molested! " Now you are arrested While we're in the club being most requested Step up loud to be the next contestant To go downtown and to see what I'm left with Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Yo, give me the rock, I'm gonna rain in 3-point range Whether you like it or not LMFAO, we makin' the shots And that's burning cause my hands is hot Your team is just like a Sabre shot, we be eating them up We be beating them up Halftime, we be sweepin' them up On the court, I be working them up There's no stress. beating me up Shot clock, three seconds left, I'm just gettin' started, And yo team out of breath I juke right, fake to the left, pop, shot, count it, all night I'm gettin' threes like I'm. I think I might just top the team Cause I've got the green That's how I play in the league And now I'm gonna be MVP, Sky Blu baby Party people, party people, party people Get your hands up, get your hands up, get your hands up, Do my ladies run this party? (Hell yeah!) Or do my fella's run this party? (Hell yeah!) I said do my ladies run this party? (Hell yeah!) Or do my fella's run this party? (Hell yeah!) Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Yo, every single thing I spit on you know what it's cost With some of my diamond shit on, you know who the boss Either way I style on them all day make way Put a smile for the women unless they know I don't play People movin' when I wake up and possessin' the best shit Always the first to do with introducing the next shit I ain't talkin', I ain't even put they neck down yet To tell the truth a lot of nigga's need a background check, yo Could give a fuck about your cute buzz I return in case you may know who the truth was And when you're on the soundtrack and you ain't sayin' nothin' I'm in a club bottle-sippin' and the bitches is jumpin' When we step up in the buildin' and you see how we get it And watch all of my nigga's black 'till you know how we did it Throw it all up in the street just see the kid on a roll And let me bang with this shawty when I take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole Take it to the hole, take, take it to the hole I beat it up

[Q-Tip] Babies babble on, they lookin for excuses Game for the buzzer who kicked it to the losers Lame as a brain, could be, golly gee If you see a shrink he'll charge you a fee If you see me ya see the fee is nothing [Fee will be for patience] all that's no fronting What is a party if it doesn't really rock? What is a poet? All balls, no cock What is a war if it doesn't have a general? What's channel nine if it doesn't have Arsenio? What is life if you don't have fun? What is a what if you ain't got a gun? What's Ali without Shaheed Muhammad? Nothing. [Calpekur] makes you vomit What is a Quest if the players ain't willing? What is a pence if you don't have a shilling? Excuse me if I'm chillin, hey what, say what What's a fat man without food in his gut? What's a child birth, without the umbilical? What's United Parcel, without the deliverer? What's momma-san, without poppa-san? What's martial arts without Daniel-San? What's Rasheed without Tonya, Tamika? What's orange juice and Doug E. Doug without Shaniqua? Not a not a not a, not a damn thing What's Duke Ellington without that swing? What's Alex Haley if it doesn't have roots? What's a weekend if you ain't knockin boots? What's a black nation, without black unity? What is a child who doesn't know pubery? What is my label when I exit boom status? What's menage-a-tois, or, that is What is sex when you have three people? What are laws if they ain't fair and equal? What's Clark Kent without a telephone booth? What is a liquor if it ain't 80 proof? What are the youth if they ain't rebellin? What's Raplh Cramden, if he ain't yellin At Ed Norton, what is coke snortin? What is position if there is no contortin? What is hip-hop if it doesn't have violence? Chill for a minute, Doug E. Fresh said silence *Four second pause* What is a glock if you don't have a clip? What's a lollipop without the Good Ship? What's S&M if you don't have chains? What's a con artist if he doesn't have brains? What's America without greed and glamour? What's an MC if he doesn't have stamina? What's music fractured without Mr. Walt? What's Trugoy without a phrase called torte? What's Kris Lighty if he wasn't such a baby? What is a woman if she didn't say maybe? Baby laid down, I removed the frown What would be my penal cord if it wasn't brown? What is a paper without a president? What is a compound without a element? What is a jam if you don't spike the punch? Was it Bruce Lee if you don't like brunch? Oooh ooh, it's like that you keep goin Freak freak y'all cause you know that we showin What to go what to go what to go what to go what To go what to go what to go what to go

1988 Senior Year at Garvey High Where all the guys were corny but the girls were mad fly Lounging with the Tipster, cooling with Sha Scoping out the honeys—they know who they are I was the b-ball playing, fly rhyme saying Fly girl getting but never was I sweating Cause when it came to honeys I would go on a stroll Until I met my match—her name was Flo Yeah, I messed around with the one called Flo All the troopers 'round the way used to call her a ho But deep down in my heart I knew that Flo was good to go Cause I thought it was me like Bell Biv Devoe But little did I know that she was playing with my mind The only thing I learned is good girls are hard to find I feel like Heavy D I need somebody for me Not someone whose mind is blank And trying to juice me for my banks Swinging with my main man Lucky behind my back What type of crap is that—yo, how's about a smack? Word life, I can't front, thought I was all that But now it seems, I've met my match I was a stone cold lover, you couldn't tell me jack Settling down with one girl, wasn't trying to hear that I had Tonya, Tamika, Sharon, Karen, Tina, Stacy, Julie, Tracy Used to love 'em, leave 'em, skeeze 'em, tease 'em Find 'em, lose 'em - also abuse 'em My whole attitude was new day, next hon And believe it or not, they all got done Well here comes Flo, with the crazy whip appeal And I'm all true man, like Alexander O'Neal Is this really love, then again how would I know After all this time trying to be a Super Ho She finally played me, but yo I'd find another Cause I got the crazy game and yo, I'm smooth like butter It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, it's like butter baby It's like Butter, like the butter baby Not no Parkay, not no margarine, Strickly butter baby, strictly butter baby I remember when girls were goodie two shoes but now they turned to freaks All of a sudden ("We love you Phife") Ease off ho, my name's Malik Phife this, Phife that, where you going, where you at These girls don't know me from jack, yet I feel like the Mack You didn't want me then, so yo hon, don't want me now Here, Here - take the towel, wipe off your brow And take the contact out your eye, you're far from looking fly You get an E for effort, and T for nice try Now tell me what's the reason, for dying your hair Slum village gold still dangling in your ear You barely have a neck but still sporting a rope Four-finger ring just so Phife can scope You looked in the mirror, didn't know what to do Yesterday your eyes were brown but today they are blue Your whole appearance is a lie and it could never be true And if you really liked yourself then you would try and be you If your hair and eyes were real, I wouldn't have dissed ya But since it was bought, I had to dismiss ya But if you can't achieve it, then why not try and weave it If you can't extend it then you might as well suspend it If you can't braid it, best thing to do is fade it I asked who did your hair and you tell me Diane made it If you were you and just you, talk to you, maybe But I can't stand, no bionic lady Trying hard to look fly, but yo, you're looking dumber If I wanted someone like you I would've swung with Jaime Sommers You wanna be treated right, see Father MC Or check Ralph Tresvant, for sensitivity Cause I am not the one, I got more game than Parker Brothers Phife Dog is on the mic and I'm smooth like butter

Back in the days when I was a teenager Before I had status and before I had a pager You could find the Abstract listening to hip hop My pops used to say, it reminded him of be-bop I said, well daddy don't you know that things go in cycles The way that Bobby Brown is just ampin like Michael It's all expected, things are for the lookin If you got the money, Quest is for the bookin Come on everybody, let's get with the fly modes Still got room on the truck, load the back boom Listen to the rhyme, to get a mental picture Of this black man, through black woman victim Why do I say that, cuz I gotta speak the truth man Doing what we feel for the music is the proof and Planted on the ground, the act is so together Bonafide strong, you need leverage to sever The unit, yes, the unit, yes, the unit called the jazz is Deliberately cheered LP filled with street goods You can find it on the rack in your record store (store) If you get the record, then your thoughts are adored And appreciated, cause we're ever so glad we made it We work hard, so we gotta thank God Dishin out the plastic, do the dance till you're spastic If you dis... it gets drastic Listen to the rhymes, cuz its time to make gravy If it moves your booty, then shake, shake it baby All the way to Africa a.k.a. The Motherland (uh) Stick out the left, then I'll ask for the other hand That's the right hand, Black Man (man) Only if you are noted as my man (man) If I get the credit, then I'll think I deserve it If you fake moves, don't fix your mouth to word it Get in the zone of positivity, not negativity Cuz we gotta strive for longevity If you botch up, what's in that (ass) (what?) A pair of Nikes, size ten-and-a-half (come on, come on) We gotta make moves Never, ever, ever could we fake moves (come on, come on) "Time. time is a ship on a merciless sea Drifting toward an average of nothingness Until it can be retarded for it's own destiny TIME is an inanimate object Praying and praying and praying for? Time is DANCING, moving lingering all memories of past." We gotta be a winner all the time Can't fall prey to a hip hop crime With the dope raps and dope tracks for you for blocks From the fly girlies to the hardest of the rocks Musically the Quest, is on the rise We on these Excursions so you must realize That continually, I pop my Zulu If you don't like it, get off the Zulu tip So what can you do in the times which exist You can't fake moves on your brother or your sis But if your sis is a (bitch), brother is a jerk Leave 'em both alone and continue with your work Whatever it may be in today's society Everything is fair, at least that how it seems to me You must be honest and true to the next Don't be phony and expect one not to flex Especially if you rhyme, you have to live by the pen Your man is your man, then treat him like your friend All it is, is the code of the streets So listen to the knowledge bein dropped over beats Beats that are hard, beats that are funky It could get you hooked like a crackhead junkie What you gotta do to is know that the Tribe is in the sphere The Abstract Poet, prominent like Shakespeare Edgar Allan Poe, it don't stop (uh!) "Time is running out on black power Africans today And whites blacks and reporters at night Everytime you see them? with their tongues hangin out Time is running and past and passing and running Running and past and passing and running (excursions)"

Do you know the importance of a skypager? Those who don't believe, see you're laid behind Got our skypagers on all the time Hurry up and get yours, 'cause I got mine Especially if you do shows, they come in fine If you're with a G, and you're sippin' wine Eatin' cacciatore with a twist of lime Gotta meet your lover at a quarter to nine Joint by base, then you get your high If you get your high, then mine is next The 'S' in skypager really stands for sex Beeper's goin' off like Don Trump gets checks Keep my bases loaded like the New York Mets At times, I miss the pager, so you don't get vex Havin' bad days like a voodoo hex Conceptually, a pager is so complex That I'll be standin' on the verge, ready to flex (Welcome, we-, we-, welcome to the new skypager) (We-, welcome to the new skypager) (Welcome to the new skypager, the new skypager) (Enter a telephone number or other numeric message) Uh, so funky Uh, so funky Uh, so funky Uh, so funky The batteries I use are called Duracell They last for three weeks, so they do me well Don't be goin' through no phases, my joint stays on 24/7, from dusk till dawn If you're in Costa Rica on a sunlit beach You greed for the Phifer, I can be reached A number of importance, I just put it on lock You leave code '69', that means you want some People tend to think that a pager's foul Well it kinda is, 'cause it makes me scowl But it really hurts when you're on the prowl Brothers know it hurts when you're on the prowl Grabbin' on my joint 'cause I'm an eager owl Get paged by a G or a business pal My shit is overflowin', they won't allow Another page, so I'll just end this now (Message sent. Thank you for calling skypager)

Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? You help me find my way Messin' me up, my whole head Teasin' me just like Tisha did Martin Now look at what you're startin' Schoolboy's crush, and it ain't on the hush The whole world see it, but you can't My peoples, they complain, sit and rave, and rant Your name is out my mouth like an ancient chant Got me like a dog as I pause and pant Speakin' of which, got a leash and I wish just to rock you, miss Make a militant move, peep my strategy End of the day, you're not mad at me Not dealin' with nobody, now that's what you told me I said, "Hey, yo, it's cool, we can just be friendly" 'Cause yo, picture me messin' it up Her mind not corrupt with the ill C cups, shit I'm on my J.O. Bullshittin', hopin' that the day goes slow Got me like a friend, what confuses me though Is kisses when we greet, tell me, what's the deal, yo? Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way Now why you wanna go and do that, love, huh? Makin' things for me towards you harder Killin' me, just when I think we there You gassed the whole vibe, and the flow's in the air Tellin' me 'bout next man But next man ain't the nigga with the plan Who got your heart in mind? It's about time that you just unwind And let it just happen, make it front-free Just sweat me like Money Penny Diggin' you, gettin' inside of your stee It's the Quest that keepin' you company Forever, or however you want it, word-word Now wait a minute now before you get it to the curb Start to make affections, which is good, not the hurt But it, it-it ain't me, an' I, I ain't blurred I'ma still just chill with you Maybe this could change if you change your view If not then I guess it is cool Just to keep to yourself and abide by the rules, right Like that now, check it out now Check it in now, check it out now Check it out now, like that now Check it out now, check it out now (yeah, yeah) Check it out now, check it out now Work it out now, check it out now It's like that now, check it out now It's like that now, check it out What you say, what? What? Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way (now sing it, sing it) Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way (now talk it out, talk it) Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way (now talk it out right now) Now you caught my heart for the evenin' Kissed my cheek, moved in, you confuse things Should I just sit out or come harder? Help me find my way Now you caught my heart for the evenin'

We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21 Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound Captivate the mass, 'cause the prose is profound Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep Or your Honda or your Beamer or your Legend or your Benz The rave of the town to your foes and your friends So push it, along, trails, we blaze Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise The tranquility will make ya unball your fist For we put hip-hop on a brand-new twist A brand new twist with the homie-alistic So low-key that ya probably missed it And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd When the guy takes the beat, they bowed So raise up squire, adjust your attire We have no time to wallow in the mire If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead Join in the essence of the cool-out breed Then cool out to the music 'cause it makes ya feel serene With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk I don't really mind if it's over your head 'Cause the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz We've got the jazz Competition, them Phifer come sideway But competition, they mus' come straightway Competition, them Phifer come sideway But competition, they mus' come straightway How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again Althrough the years my mic has been my best friend I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it? Some even wanna diss me, but why sweat it? I'm all into my music 'cause it's how I make papes Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mixtapes Me sweat another? I do my own thing Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks I sing, and chat, I do all of that It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock But The Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear Stop look and listen, but please don't stare So jet to the store, and buy the LP On Jive or RCA, cassettes and CD's Produced and arranged by the four-man crew And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot 'Cause where I come from, quality is job one And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you Ayo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut Back and forth just like a Cameo song If you dig this joint then please come dance along To the music 'cause it's done just for the rhyme Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass 'Cause the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizazz It's the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground And the ones six below, ya didn't have to go Some say that I'm a sinner 'cause I once had an orgy And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask "Whas-whas-what" check it out All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop That includes the Bronx an' Harlem, ya don't stop Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop And to the JB's, ya don't stop And De La Soul, ya don't stop To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop Everybody in the place, ya don't stop Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop And last but not least on the sure shot It's the Zulu nation