Showing love, with the fucking bass in your face
New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew
[Fashion]
Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground
'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me
It make me react react my fucking yammy
Now I don't cock, though my mnd is in the sewer
I just kick back six pack and then I do 'er
But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat
'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act
Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin
Backing hoes was like heaven
Eleven, years later I tried to hide
And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas
Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say
Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit
Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues
Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice
But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped
Going around the globe to collect the props
When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear
[Yeah you get props over here]
[Psycho Les]
I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do
I'm getting drunk with my niggas `til the night is thru
And when the night is thru, I won't have a fucking clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten [true]
Yo life'
