[ VERSE 1 ]
I hate it when the bitches try to juice me
But the pussy make me do the watusi
Sex related, x rated on the nightly
I got enogh helmet to buff, but don`t you bite me
What you see is what you gettin, cause I`m hittin wombs
And fumes linger throughout the room like the tombs
I lock down the putang I do thangs with true thangs
Jeweler `ain`t nothin to fuck` with like the Wu-Tang
So recognize right now that it`s a Bronx style
Play this and every juvenile is runnin wild
Pandemonium spreads up and down your block
Fuck crime watch, cause I climbed another notch
Hop scotch on the rocks instead of gin and juice
If it`s black berry brandy, I`m finna get loose
Out in the west they don`t love them hoes
But on the East Coast we knock a bed post and make the pussy go
Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Tryin to get (3x)
Tryin to get down with the get down
[ VERSE 2 ]
This is brought to you directly from the ill school
Slum-ass rappes be frontin real jewels
10 carat, like a parrot talkin shit back
Fuck Polly, who cares if she want a cracker
Is it becasue I`m tappin jaws and puttin on the rigs
And shit hits you in your face like zigs or hot grits
Saggy like old tits, you`re out of it
I`m teachin rappers how to quit, cause they conterfeit
I like to pull your card, cause you`re fakin jacks
I`m makin stacks and in one smack I`m breakin backs
That`s why I`m slammin like a cell door
Shammin, what the hell for?
If I couldn`t rhyme, then I would sell raw
Like a dread, but without the locks
When I`m about to rock Jack know I`m knockin clowns out the box
I don`t replace, I remove from the premises
You could forget it, although wifey sure remember this
Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (3x)
Tryin to get down with the get down
You can`t get down with the get down
[ VERSE 3 ]
Now I love it when the bitches try to juice me
I got the pussy, and it still cannot seduce me
That`s what happens when I`m slappin up between your legs
On the sunny side up, baby, I fry them eggs
Go tell your man he`s cut off, you got a new pole
And if you`re married, my lawyers can find a loophole
No doubt, the Boogie Down is on the map again
See, this is hip hop, don`t ever call it rap again
Cause I`m a cold killer cold killin
Great taste and less fillin like Bud Light, I`m Cold Chillin`
On the 8th I be jewelin with my man Blacky
I`m not the same King Sun who used to go with Jackie
Now I`m dolo, sexually solo
Bonin is the record, the foreplay`s a promo
I take a fat track and bring back a hit sound
Come Uptown, I put you down with the get down
Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (3x)
Tryin to get down with the get down
You wanna get down with the gets down
(1-2-3-ah)
Strictly ghetto, always down with the get down
D.I.T.C.
My man Sha, no doubt
>From the 8th to Gun Hill, no doubt
>From BNS to 84, no doubt
No question
