featuring Party Arty
Chorus: Party Arty
Check it out huh this is how it's going down
From the Boogie Down brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: A.G.
It's time to hit ya let the melody split ya
Poems is deadly Holmes better get the picture
See these vibes are visible
Fiends see it in the mental chicks dig it in the physical
We had to lounge now I'm furious
Fake hip hoppers can they do it in '95? I'm curious
Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness
Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches
Don't compare me when you hear me
I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly
Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question
Is how now this is your profession
I'm charged off the lye
How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high
Taking loot like bakers and produce pages
And styles go for Miles, like Davis
My potential, with Show's instrumental
Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you
In the mental, who's that abusing rap?
Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black
And these tracks are incredible
S-H-O to the W, true to our revenue
That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless
Time to get down with the boogie
Chorus x2
Verse 2: A.G.
I got a mind like Minolta
Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta
I want cheese like ziti
You'll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me
I jam, sucker, like the God in all the ruckus
Over tracks (Your girl probably claps) Then I stuck her
No front, all I want is to be happy
Probably
