see Games don't mean a thing to me Long as you see Hey, hey Hey, hey Hit it Hit it, hit it Hit it, hit it, hit it Well, then dig it From the real
it you know So I?ma do it I know James Brown gave me the fluid That means a baby could do it The Peas will do it so Do it, do it, do it Get up on the
: [Intro] [Cowboy] I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts You know, there's a story behind that there saloon Twenty years ago, two outlaws
samples] "You out there, on now" "Sorry... that's word, I'm not the herb" "Understand what I'm saying, saying, saying" "It's the hardcore" "Set it off
nigga, that's how it is, I get it, just how I live Cuz me without a gun, is like Queens without the bridge Classic cut, this is how a O.G. live Lamp in
lulls lukewarm lullabies in your left ear competing with "Set it Off," in the right But it all blends perfectly let the liquor tell it "Hey hey look
ath-letes might cake you but you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make Cause [Chorus] [Big Boi] Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display My nigga - Bongo hooked it
ya friends Cause this is how we do like every weekend I get mine, got lovin' like Sublime Get down like James Brown when I bust a rhyme All pissed
James The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes Mean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dame I'm like uh-oh, there he go-oh A hundred
D.A. is bein replaced Pre-trial hearin is over, it's real for the soldier Walks in the courtroom, the look in his eyes is wild Triple-homicide, I sit
Caz, Linque (Isis From X-Clan), Dana Dane, Pebblee Poo & Just Ice) [Sample of the late James Brown's "Get Up, Get Into it, Get involved"] [Bobby Byrd
fast or slow, There's always more labor after." She's real Catholic, see. She fingers her cross and she says "There's one reason. There's one reason. You do it
it, cosmic injected That cause me to Set It Off just like that club record Hit it from the back, stay strapped like two packs of lubricants It's gonna hurt -- no it
Yo, what's up G? Yo, yo, yo check this out I believe there's no nigga out there as funky as you True So, what we're gonna do, is we're gonna go back
in my drawers Hey boy this is the way the East coast swing it so bring it Man I told you ass Brown-er than James with the Sex Machine shit I keep the
there's no hesitation Collecting minds at the door, you want it niggaz it's yours The flavors raw, what the fuck you think I'm flowing for It's rhyme
with James Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for you to do your THANG THANG Somethin in the street went, BANG BANG Makin it hard for
' to buy they bitch Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls Word to the brown James