Lyrics:
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
I got a head, but ain't no screws in it
(money, money, money by the ton)
it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe
I'm up in trouble I call you
And you never answer
(Y.O)
I'm cooling In bamaz
Stay with ah scammer (My brother)
Pull up and shoot em on camera (Glllttt)
by Madness)
Oh what a front she had
Enough for me, my brother and dad
A chest of drawers no doubt
One with the top
brother you won't ever walk I'll always walk with you I'll sit and talk with you struggle, suffer and fall with you
You won't ever go alone trust me I
So come check the magic show by Deshawn,
And witness the way I put you to death with a magic wand.
Turnin' your home to a casket,
Turn your wife
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
the bang, just livin like a savage
And at the same time, your body's damaged
Made a move on a brother from the Boogie Down Bronx
He was a bully, that beat up
Brooklyn got the funk
Uptown got the funk
East/West/Northside got the funk
L.A. got the funk
Boogie Down got the funk
Queens do got the funk
Midnight Philly, but walk with me
Mad niggas coming down from New York City
Prolly hit the skating rink USA
Banging Schoolly, "Gangster Boogie
I'm committed
Ball like I’m Boogie, I am so physical
She playin' games, damn you so difficult
So many bars, I am not criminal
I’m feelin' great, why you
stupid, freaks humped on it
And from the back, I pumped on it
mostly, with skill, top finesse
East to West, but I guess, I'm right
while others are
bout the Native Tongue again my friend
I tell you Jungle Brothers "On the Run" (a-one, two, a-one, two)
I'm shakin' hands with many devils in
rock a few with my brother Kenny
>From twenty-thousand to ten I'm housin
African culture is what I'm arousin
In your consciousness, soul
the sky is a dome with projected images
The pyramids were constructed by ancient aliens
Laser precision and alignment with astrology
Feasible only with lost
but I'm not on the take
Brothers start to shake when I dig in the crates
And create a hype plate that rotates
On 33, with the flavor of a hoe cake
the house (come on)
Is Brooklyn in the house? (That's right)
Uptown in the house (let's go)
Shaolin, are you in the house? (Don't stop)
Boogie Down, are
you sayin’?
"Squeezing this trigger like a
Silly bully" "brrrrr"
You’re going deep with this brother
He don’t speak like no other
He keeps it
for my brothers locked up in the can
Cause when they out they gon’ be proud and they gon’ spot right where I am yea
Boogie keep it trill and always told
to war for my brothers, I
Whooped a nigga, tried to jump me
Got stuck with a scar (Scar, shit)
I used to be the brokest
Nigga in the trenches
They ain't
around with the broshigeez
And get less by the beat pharmacy, 'cause they hitting you with
[Chorus]
Word up
Word up
Look out weekend 'cause,
on a blunt to get my head wrecked
Boogie'n to my Walkman with an "S" on my chest
(Bust a move!) Yes, I'm a superhero, don't forget
I smoke mad niggas so
the Broshigeez
And get blessed by the Beat Pharmacy
'Cause they hittin' you with
Jumping music, swift DJ's
Smoke machines and laser rays
Look out weekend cause,
Tropical vibe, coconut milk and shaved ice
My soul glow with the low cut, no jheri curl
Jerry Rice boogie board on the rip tide
Parasail and deep
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