[Just Blaze] Just Blaze!
[Chorus - Memphis Bleek]
Everything`s a go!
And I just washed the wheel, and I Armor All the wheels
And it`s real, everything`s a go!
New jeans, new cheese`s, new gat, gimme a reason
Everything`s a go! Squad in the club wit me
Tryna find a chick to fall in love wit me
Everything`s a go! Mami hit me on the jack
Told me meet her at the spot, and I`m bout to call her back, its a go!
[Verse 1 - Memphis Bleek]
Bleek come scoop you, try to seduce you
Half Black and Chinese, she gave me the fu-fu
A little bit of that, wan-tan soup
From the hood, got more chips then wan-tan oooooooh!
But matter fact, got more chesse than nacho
Not from rap, when I used to fuck wit Pancho
I`m in the class, all by myself
Now you haters wanna crowd my space
Hundred grand all in your face, motherfucker better fix ya face
For they butterfly-stich ya face
If ya bitch outta line, put the bitch in place
If the record sound +Just+ get the +Blaze+, nigga
Put in back, on the block for motherfuckers
The ROC get hot, let `em scream It`s the ROC, in ya area!
You better warn ya folks
They hate to see a real clique, but now
[Chorus] w/ (Jay-Z ad-libs)
[Verse 2 - Jay-Z]
Highest paid act, highest paid to rap
I advance myself, and pay myself back
Ha, man you gotta love that
When them pockets on E man you gotta hug that
Corner like you wanna proposal and lock that
Kill a nigga for the scrilla man I`m not above that
[Memphis Bleek]
Hooo! hold on Young, let me get it back
You got beef in these streets, Lord, let me get a gat
Booooy! you now tuned into the greatest
Can`t beat us, join us, can`t fade us, hate us
Nigga it`s nothin, my crew and half dozens
That`s cause we scramble, like we Vick`s half cousins
Booooy! and get ya mind right nigga
We gon` put you on the news, you want lime light nigga
Channel 2 or Channel 4, you know what 9 like nigga
Groupie men, we put on UPN
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Memphis Bleek]
One - thug in the club, two - models to go
Three - bottles of Arma`, four jars of dro
Five shots to draw, my six hits took off
Seven you make Heaven, or eight - everything`s a go!
Mami got that ice in ya drink
Long legs short skirt, what you mean - everything`s a go!
My thugs outdie of the club wit Timbs
Nine on ya waist, let`s roll we gettin in (Everything`s a go!)
Nigga I`m back for, I`m willin to clap boy
You holdin me back for - go!
I - spring into ac-tion, Brooklyn I`m back for
I`m bringin it back boys cause..
[Chorus]
