Ahay'nahmean?
Word upjust wanna bring em to it real
Real rugged likeuhhman
Make me feel like I'm method out and all thaty'nahmean?
Go digginuhh check it
I bring the butterhuh
Make you wanna creep up on one anotherhuh
I'm mad sharp like a box cutterhuh
I got the fam rollin like brothershuh
We in the meccamoeyrollie glistenin
Rainin on niggas so bad they think it's drizzlin
Ground zero funk track it's mega
Doin wild damage to your armlegga legga
Who's that? the bawlathe playerthe mister with the techniques
Pumpin blendscreepin up the backstreets
Throw your rocks up high and let em gleam
It's the uncle what? uncle l makes a wild scene
And I be blowin all the rookies out the frame
And they be knowin uncle's flowin in the game
Queens to uptown I'm gettin down for my crown
When you see me comin thru just gimme a pound
And say....
Yeah
I'm bout to wet it upget it up
Take a trackdrape it in jewels and set it up
I'm so nasty with minesI warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it at me like a free picker
I'm openI let the funk soak in
I taste like an eighthya freeze and start chokin
Yeah son I'm all up in ya mix
Ya callin in your cliqueI'm bawlin wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin off my neck and wrists
When I breeze byyou be groovin in the midst
Of my cycleevery move I make is vital
Crucialofficialbrothers sayin "l we miss you"
Much love to all the shooby doobies and cliques
While you're bawlin in the coupe you know I had to get the six
Get your swerve on boochill wit me
Get meI want the creambaby hit me
Now take it to the bridge
Bridge:
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby)
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x3*
Somebody tell me the way I keep comin up
Funk runnin up and mad spots is blowin up
It gets hot when I manifest melodies
Beatin niggas all in their headsso what you tellin me?
Get your drink onthrow you mink on
Let your head nodstick it outthat's what I'm talkin bout
I got ya deep deep down inside my mixture
Swervin curbsservin as I fixed ya
Formulated and combinatedthe people congregated
You frontin for nothinyour crew is overrated
And i'ma take it on down to the am
Keep the drama flowin til the party cave in
UhhI get you openbaby come and get a fix
Yothat's word to mother I be droppin mad shit
Let's organisebounce together for real son
Trick a little thoughsip a little moepeace one
Outro:
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep it goin baby
(keep it comin baby) keep on
*repeat x4*
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