Now let's the show show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get back to the show, you know
Uh, uh and gentlemen the C-O-double-M-O-N Synonym for fresh, is the emb-lem Hardcore since I was next door to Clem and as the winter when fake niggaz was shiverin Shakin in Timberlands, you was played as Bennigans Hot for a minute, now you a "remember him" I been a since P was No Limit-in Stick a sayin, no and no mimickin Q infinitin down old are bendin in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) like Ren and brief these niggaz on who I be Before the paper and the niggaz knew Rashid like Dru Ali - many have come but few have been to be a true MC You sing along wit it, inside you knowin wack Young who? I don't need a act
Now start the show show Step out of the cold We come the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The and the hoes hoes The and the Stones Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get back to the show, you know
Let, let, go a festival in hip-hop, we do it non-stop Pop your bottles, niggaz do it in staccato notes for my homies, fuck a motto And Farragamo shoes givin the model Think fast, drive slow, is the throttle live show is hollow, shoulda kept it local Rappin over vocals, soft as JoJo With twelve monkeys on stage hard to see who's a gorilla You was better as a dealer the passion of this B-boy ration-al Half of it is what you say, and half is Guess it's for you to stop cashin now It's over folks, your guys to put the glasses down Masters now, touch the youth like a Catholic priest Performances keep me the sheets
Now let's start the show out of the cold cold We come the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we for some mo' Get back to the show, you know