Lyrics:
colors too loud
Everything must coincide with the way I feel
And by the way, it's Scott Larock on the wheels of steel
So I take one step to adjust
though moves to put into my newest mix
What can make a crowd get loose, but not sound too ludacris?
Who will bring two tunes? I got a double it
I got too
niggas don't understand
Know what? I'm makin' moves, puttin' cash behind plans
To blow up, will he style like this
Everyday I parlay, sip Henne
MM dROP! Yes indeed
It's the Biz Markie with the Beatnuts
And I'm gonna count along with
This girl like this
One, two we'll come for you
Three, four
the mix
You twenty deep when you in the mix
I'm from the era where we used to mix
They say I'm sounding good Chaz on the mix
Live from the two one five,
just chose me
I got so much swag, is that why you mad?
Control your hate trick, nothing good to say
Don't say shit, keep walkin' quit talkin' keep it
millions, niggas don't understand
Know what? I'm making moves, putting cash behind plans
To blow up, will he style like this
Everyday I parlay, sip Henne
taking two steps back
One step forward, then you're taking two steps back
Is it a mix or my phyic been all different
My thearapist ain't listening
and two-on-twos
Active with it, swinging shit
Now I got blood all on my shoes
Opps that I don't know of in the flesh
Asking what's my name
Fans call me Clavish,
the energy right
Every man to a woman by the end of the night
Table full of drinks, grab whatever you like
But if I don't recognize you just step
We are here to tell the world just who we are
Shocking female (MC's), shocking female (MC's) (Repeat 2x)
Verse 1: Phife
No need for, introductions,
on my feet, I got no limits
(hey you) Flow heat like summer degrees
So who's laughing? This ain't funny to me
(you don't know and you don't know my style)
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
)
Real big steps how I walk it out/ The man with the tats how Im talked about
Never know my name just what Im bout/ Aint lost in the mix in a dirty route
't forget bout the spliff and I tell ya'll
Should I spell ya'll fake ass bustas before I see ya
And I can tell by the scent in the air I don't want
right by the Greggs
I was sixteen when I got two heads (yeah)
Ask SE15 when the gang first caught them an M (bap)
T- weren't alone, he got bored with
to an end
Hook
Repeat (2x)
Okay I'm back like I never left
Slide to the right , let your left foot step
She a nice vibe come by side
Grab my hand
brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs what's up nigga
since '81
And I got opps looking down the barrel
I'm rollin' it's all games and fun
First fire balls, I'm bringing peril
Don't live by Rools here
But
Than pull out a bitch, like a rabbit out a hat
Nigga if I want, I can have it like that
Fuck two or three bitches at the same time
Grab the microphone
week
Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak
I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist
All we need's some chronic
featuring Sadat X
[Kool] Yo Sadat whassup?
[S.X.] Yo I'm right here
[Kool] I got these two girls
They ready to roll up
Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me
don't get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
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