When you get down they doubt ya And when you tippin on the scene Yeah they talkin' bout it Cause they can't tip all on the scene with ya Talk about it
a man dancing on the corner Hat out, dancing for quarters Every time, see a smile on his face Never concerned with the fortune and fame Saw a girl playing with
horn yo, gimme that phunky horn Play that phunky horn now, gimme that phunky horn Gimme that phunky horn now, gimme that phunky horn Hey hey hey You got to rock with
not know the way I asked the rock, sitting in a shade of grey I asked the rock, he didn't have a thing to say
fuckin' with me hard and I'm heartless, I'm a kid again lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered in college worked the parties, step with??,
take it hiiiiiiiiiiiiigh-er Yo, yo My little daughter, started, nursery school Brother Com, gotta make our move through the stylist(?) and violence with vibrance The sign of times with
' in your car Honk your horns, yeah and light it up Light it up, light it up, yo, light it up Ha hah, signin' off, truly yours Funk Doctor Spock, rocks
rock Vokal, it's either Timb's or Nikes When I step in my Prada, I'ma rock the ice When the 'Tics do a show, I'ma rock the mic Born in "New Jack City
dangerous road Tryin' to find me like a diamond In a pecan grove I got Ozone Man I like rock n roll Like ta bump it Just as my car come around the last corner
, I'm sayin' Get a nigga wig pushed back, damn Timbaland where ya at In a 18-wheeler blowin' my horn-horn Granddad in the field pickin' beans and corn-corn
pull em out of the strange fuck it I pull them out of there lane now your playing chicken with a hot rod oh my god I went with a metal frame faggots
yeah, uh yeah, uh check it out, hah They call me Afrika, I fit the script bone you with the Statula I comin' back at ya with more juice than Dracula
begin, wherein With wind at our backs, ready for any attacks Sound the horns, prepare for war, begin the storm The flaming arrows hitting your body, keeping you warm With
with the right angle even We got the MAAD Circle in the house dis evenin Get down, and ya don't quit Yeah yeah, that's it damn nigga, rock this shit, rock
hands with your father while I'm fuckin' yo momma Drama But I'ma say I'm in a league of my own Blowin' my own horn Horns of my cousin, Chevy in Texas
tell by the tag I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin' They just waitin' on you to slip so I could leave yo ass with Nathan Then
tell by the tag i dont mean to boast and brag but them hoes around u hatin they just waitin on u to slip so i could leave yo ass with nathan then when
thrown we don't stop Whether or not we up on top, we still rock You can see me back on top you can see me when we stop You can feel it when we rock, we