Sombody call da copsLet'em know the funk band is backWith more bounce to the ounce it's the brat tat tat tatThe funk-keeperCompetition's sweet but known for makin' speakas bleedGivin' You what 'cha needIndeed I'm niceJewelery full of iceThe industry ain't been the sameSince I came to sprinkle my spiceTonight's the night and we gonna all get liftedRecognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' aroundIn the west-side districtGet it twistedIf you wanna choose your destinyLeave all that simple shit at homeAnd bring your fuckin' best to meCause right here playtime stopsOkay, rhymes flop and all that real-deal shit hits topsSee I'm the cream of the crop, head bitch in chargeAnd there ain't nothin' or nobody that I've bought thus farRepitoire full of wicked shitLay back kick it shitAll the right shit to give a nigga a hit'd it

If you let's nuthing hold you backAnd your limit is the skyPut cha handz in da air, letz all get...Pass it around, lay back hypnotized to the funky sound

If you let's nuthing hold you backAnd your limit is the skyPut cha hands in da air, letz all get...Pass it around, lay back wit da brat juz get on down

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Krayzie bone:

Now roll up a sac so that we can smoke it togetherNow how high can you go cause you know we can chokeTake it slow, We smoking junkCause you rolling wit moeWe having a celebrationWe doing this all night if you wanna get awayYou can play em other timesAnd don't forget my niggas be doing this shit the thuggish wayWe have you thugging where the thug lately? We KrayzieBut niggas don't drop we got the bud blaze-aySo if you get out. Better get with this crowdI bet you wanna get weededFuck wit your thugs out of ClevelandStay peyoted and tweeded them thugs we blazing we fiendingNow can you feel this connect with So So Def Mo ThugsMy squad and yo posse my nigga we goin be alrightSo come around everybody party down get downAnd let that real shit hit yo' chest cause I know when I get that hydroMy nigga thugsta come and give me some loveCan somebody bang and slang yo' dog with couple of thugs from theCut

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna flyWe could all get high, get highThe shit we keep we got you hypnotizedAin't nobody dealin' with meMy nigga J can get his smoke on manCause if we go broke you won't feel bad

Da brat:

Yeah. But there's enough hundreds for that to never happen in actionCertified platinum slashin' bastardsDraw shit faster than eastwoods, I wish you could be like meI broke the Mo with fatality, visual shit that you can seeThese synthetic niggas usually smoke refos with my peepsGet deeper than yo bitchWatch me and yo' nigga creepSky's the limits, Damn them lights cause Krayzie got the HydroInject a deadly venom grinnin' and watch them all die slowWe non-fictional characters carry grudges till it's dealt withUnderestimate the wrong bitch and get yo' shit spendYou better light a splife and mind yo' motherfuckin' businessOr get that ass put in the witness protection programTill I'm finished, diminishedYour entourage is my levelBlindin' like the vvs rocks possessin' like the devilPushin' custom drop-topsKeep Segante' in the glove boxPuffin' with crooked copsAnd can't nuthing hold me back cause nigga my shit don't stop

Krayzie bone:

You wanna fly, you wanna fly, you wanna flyWe could all get high, get highThe shit we keep we got you hypnotizedAin't nobody dealin' with meMy nigga J can get his smoke on manCause if we go broke you won't feel bad