Now let's start the show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we for some mo' Get to the show show, you know
Uh, uh Ladies and the C-O-double-M-O-N Synonym for fresh, truth is the Hardcore I was next door to Clem and them Cold as the winter fake niggaz was shiverin Shakin in Timberlands, you was played as Bennigans Hot for a minute, now you a "remember him" I a +Master+ since P was No Limit-in Stick a sayin, no and no mimickin Q infinitin down old blocks are in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) Ren and them brief these niggaz on who I be Before the paper and the fame knew Rashid Noble Dru Ali - many have come but few have been chose to be a MC You sing along wit it, you knowin it's wack Young who? I need a openin act
Now let's start the show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show, you know
Let, let, go It's a in hip-hop, we do it non-stop Pop your bottles, niggaz do it in staccato Choppin notes for my homies, fuck a And Farragamo givin dudes the model Think fast, slow, survival is the throttle Your show is hollow, shoulda kept it local over vocals, soundin soft as JoJo With twelve monkeys on stage hard to see who's a gorilla You was as a drug dealer Feel the passion of this B-boy Half of it is you say, and half is style Guess it's time for you to stop now It's over folks, your guys to put the glasses down Masters now, verses touch the youth like a priest keep me stackin the sheets
Now let's the show show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The and the Stones Stones Whoever you ride fo', we for some mo' Get back to the show show, you