CHORUS (2x) No doubt, hold tight To the break of dawn To the break of light
I say yes yes y’all, to the right beat Get up everybody’s ‘bout to leave their feet Get down everybody’s ‘bout to loose their seat I be huntin’ down crews like Pacino in Heat Putting psychology in your biology No scientology dianetic anesthetic You took bad advice kid, I’m mad precise When it’s time to get nice, I heat it up like spice
CHORUS
Come on let’s be real you only think you can deal That’s why I’m holdin’ the steel I rock shit to make you feel like, damn that looks easy Maybe I can do it, so you take a phat beat And put your wack rhymes to it And God only knows what can make you persue it For those who can’t dance and clap your hands to it
CHORUS
You tell me you’re the baddest and you get the most cream But tell me what’s the status of your self esteem You’re frontin’ on your jewels, and your Benz and your Lex All the bodies that you caught, and all the females sex Yes yes y’all, true indeed The sight of the world keeps me high on weed Makes my eyeballs bleed, but I must proceed Yo that chick’s good lookin’ but she’s hooked on speed Buy your front row ticket watch the vultures feed Get your culture free from the lust and greed
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