in One Tweezy Sunday, gettin me some sleep please!!! I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'
a state (ooh, state of shock) [Sharp Dressed Man/ZZ Top] Top coat. Top hat. I don't worry, 'cause my wallet's fat. Black shades. White glove. Lookin' sharp
't make me start man, I'm from the heartland Where they might shoot you up, it's not your heart layin' Wayyy down in da water Man look hurr homie, I'
note ringin', vibes man sting a trash can Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man Listen to your junk man He's singin
for my city, Run these streets like Diddy, And I got a whole bunch of goon niggaz rollin' with me, Yeah I'm best dressed, Back up I need 2 steps, Swag on sharp
the slangs, slicker than the sharpest pen Nigga here, combat, sweet dick Willie T, Rudy Ray Moore game Woodgrain all in the board reigns, before rain flooded Like storm drains, boss man
for it, shot up the jams like syringes My technique alone blows doors straight off the hinges Masked Avenger, I appear to blow your ear like wind With a freestyle, sharper
trust my homies Them phonies tried to do me Smoking too much weed Got me paranoid, stressed Pack a gat and my vest Under my clothes when I dress Here
mic You don't like daylight? I'll turn this motherfucker into night I could do things you couldn't imagine I'm guarenteed to be the last man standing and the last man
pinned up in a AST Me standin' on the top of your tour bus Butt naked with a fuckin' hockey mask Slicin' your cashmere with a sharp 7-up glass Don?t
man, that can sound like me All day niggaz that be out like me Here to make you look and bounce like me Original po p i m p Dobb hats city sharp Do you
too DJ play the slow jams Sippin' don, never bro-ham Oh damn, smokin' beeds Smokin' beeds in my lex-land Pass the beeds to the next man Put it out
whiskey, all my niggaz get pissy Don't fuck with no sissy, all we bumpin' is missy If you know where I am, motherfucker come get me I'm a man not a Mickey
Mouth to mouth Mouth to mouth to mouth I can dress up the dead man But I can't bring him back to life I can dress up the dead man But I can't bring
stack my money You can tell that I'm a D-boy by my baller tummy Sometimes I'm just uppity-up, sometimes I dress skummy Sometimes I dress high class, sometimes I dress
] Suddenly my eyes went so soft and shaky I knew there was pain but pain is not aching Then Richie, Richie said: "Hey man let's dress up like cops Think
And look at the rain And look at the rain And look at the rain And look at the rain I got a shirt that costs a dollar twenty-five I know I'm the best dressed man
At her makeup in the mirror Puts a little gold ring on her toe I gotta say one, two, three More things before I go on There's a sharp dressed man Playing