.E.W. Y.O.R.K. We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet Glorious, come stomp on tour with us (M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+ {*various samples scratched
.E.W. Y.O.R.K. We'll ratch yo' ass like floors that's parquet Glorious, come stomp on tour with us (M.O.P.!) We, +Warriorz+ [various samples scratched
Übersetzung: MOP. On The Front Line.
m gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-P-D's In my heart I feel, fuck the police
, step aside (Oh, shit) Part the seas, don't be having me in the line (Oh, shit) V.I.P 'cause you know I gotta shine (Oh, shit) I'm Fergie Ferg And me
seed, father's first son Bastard child runnin wild, livin foul Ran into some juvenile niggas in design P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the dotten line Your
through each building If you sleep, you better wake up as you see Mega more mature, I'm on a record wit Nature Mind on my paper, nine in my waist There
mind, I P.L.O. your startin line Deep Space Nine Designed for knuckleheads who bust guns and throw signs Let's converse snatch the tap from your purse Body-surf on
The nigga you hear now the same one from off the old block Who used to stand on Front St. and get off the old block [Chorus] I remember the P$C, Killer
, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p Asap, asap, asap, asap A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P [Verse 1] I'm on my grind, grand hustle Got the mind and
on the front porch at courts, F-U-N-K-D-O-C S-P-O-T, feel the Solo type remedy Then freeze.... hah, ha-hah Where was I? Oh yes Sippin on Cristal with
D.P., K-U-R-U-P-T Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth Dogghouse gangstas (woof, woof, woof, woof) Dippin' and I'm out, put a dick in yo mouth,
all them hatin niggas, oh I got em hot They recognize that I'm on number two and ain't gon stop (two) I rep my city (city), floodin my p (p) Them airy
pimps [Big Boi] O-U-T-K-A-S-T,O-N-P,G-O-O-D-I-E, so fresh so clean Back with Stankona, Dungeon Family Pearl Cadillac on dics adn vogues, flip flops
'm like, whoa Had to hit the brakes on y'all niggaz like, whoa Niggaz gettin' pulled on my block like, whoa Comin' home within a half an hour like, whoa Frontin
it's all aobut the Maad Circle I'm hangin out with Tunes and Coolio Drinkin out the brown paperbag, dodgin my P.O. I'm only 'posed to be out for one day
