Give it to me!) I am (Give it to me!) c'mon (Give it to me!) c'mon (Give it to me!) [Chorus x2: (Hi-C)] Pop it, pimp it (ohh you look good when you)
gon' hit the Hi-C's/high c/high sea I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like I.V.'s I bare arms like it ain't nothin' up my sleeves The next MC that
bottle (reboot) I got a lotta automatic booty applications Got a C.P.U maxed out sensation Looking for a joy to man my station (reboot) rock-rock the nation (rock it
t tight It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah) Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope Remain with smoke, remote with Tash and Ras
}] {It's The Jump Off} Get it up now! {It's The Jump Off} C'mon, push it up now! {It's The Jump Off} Get it up now {It's The Jump Off} and make it jump
see; designer glasses, titties and masses For luxurous beats, that bumps, that move the masses Desastrous beats that strife V.I.P.-passes It's on (It's on?) It
Goldie Loc} Can you feel it my nigga, I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it
, you gotta turn back, I'm gettin turned back, ridahs and killaz that dont play that, known to bring it on when it pop, missions to clock, stages to rock
coffins Can you feel it, my nigga? I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it
Goldie Loc] Can you feel it my nigga, I'm 'bout to kill it my niggas Sound like guerillas, fo' real'a off gangsta government millas Coke killas, when it
she gon' hit the Hi-C's/high c/high sea I'm hooked up cause I'm ill ass fuck like I.V.'s I bare arms like it ain't nothin' up my sleeves The next MC that
killed the pop star And almost got caught by a passing cop car The inmate said probably the motive was robbery And knowing if he keeping it a secret, it
't play with me homey [E-40] Huh, check it out E-40-Water ain't gon' give it to you late (late) E-40-Water gon' give it to you straight, way before
there's no comment you can leave to change my mind Maybe you're a student at the college of the Ivy Or filling up a pop machine with Hi-C Anywhere you
, you gotta turn back, I'm gettin turned back, ridahs and killaz that don't play that, Known to bring it on when it pop, missions to clock, Stages to
your heart with precision It's cool, it's cool, it's cool, cool, cool It's cool, cool, cool for you Ninja hi skool You wanna slogan? We don't need
Bitch hitch wit da hi-ka on da mi-ka I'll make youre ass wish hicorky dickory dock ass i pull out my glock and i'm ready to pop on de bitch
Check Well here's the good to go 'cause it gets good when it's goin' It ain't so-and-so 'n' it's just Grand Puba flowin' Stud Doogie, Alamo, on the ziggie
