CHORUS. It's workin', It's workin'. Party people if you're ready to rock let me hear you scream!. . I play for keeps, sidewalks and streets, we reign and we pop, and daily.
Once again it's on, it's on. . Put me on the planet, damn it, where all the slim shhh look like Janet. Slick consider this how I lick it and then fan it.
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Intro (Method Man sample). I gotta lotta, I gotta gotta. . Verse 1 -. . I gotta chip on my shoulder that Bill Gates ain't make.. Gotta connect up in Harlem.
(Freddie Foxxx). Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic. And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight. Yeah, there's no escape from the terrordome.
Start a riot, slash ya wrists red. You want an answer?. Do you speak delinquently?. Oh yeah. Theres a message antagonist. You want an answer?. I bet you kill someone.
We came here to party, join together everybody. Let's celebrate. (It's a party goin' on). It's a holiday. (It's a party goin' on). . We came here to party, throw your hands up everybody.
Oh, oh hell yeah. (*police sirens, car screeches*). (Alright we don't want any problems here. Y'all just break it up) Five-0. (Just, just) Say what? (go on home).
Here we go. Money talks. Here comes the money. . Money money. Money money. Money money. Money money. Money. . Dolla dolla. Dolla dolla. . Ching ching.
Give it up for Naughty By Nature. . Hip Hop Hooray, ho-hey-ho-hey-ho-hey-ho. . You drew a picture of my morning. But you couldn't make my day (hey!). I'm rocking and you're yawning.
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah. . The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K. It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv. Aggressor, scale and measure.
Intro: Kay Gee. . *phone dialling*. (Hello?). Hello, it's '91. Buckle up, guard your grill! Hee hee. (Har what the fuck?). Has this ever happened to you?.
I've been the girl with her skirt pulled high. Been the outcast never running with mascara eyes. Now I see the world as a candy store. With a cigarette smile, saying things you can't ignore.
Smooth it out. This is a story about a drifter. Who waited for the worst while the best live 'cross town. Who never planned on having someday. Why me huh?!.
INTRO/ chorus. Get to know me better (x 8). i want to get to know you better (x 3). . come here girl whats your name, you got me goin insane, see whats between them thies sweet as mammas cherry pie, cant lie i must admit straight up im on a heel, we'll have alot of fun, ill blow that like bubble gum.
Oh, where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at. Welcome to our party, sexy likkle shorties. "Written On Ya Kitten", lickin' lime from my Bacardi. Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley.
You 'bout to feel the chronicles of a bionical lyric. lyrically splittin dismissin. I'm on a mission of just hitting. now it's written and kitten hittin wit mittens.
Sometimes because of jealousy and the intent to demise. Certain factions have to be forbidden or destroyed. Fire has to be sent to the poisoned forest.
(Intro). Smooth it out. This is a story about the drifter. Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown. Who never planned on havin' so dick.