Lyrics:
ripped it (you ripped it, Mon') but I still didn't win it, though
But now the people know me as Money be
Not just a freckle-faced short lille want to-be
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
with some money, man
C'mon man, be cool, man
Y'all Mexicans always come with this shit
Yo, Dre! Kick in the bass!
Ooh, that's funky, that's funky
pump and fake
But dog, Not to def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude
I'm grown man business, and I am not in school
[Intro]
{"One-two one-two"}
... W, K, why, A
Haha, Def Squad niggaz
{"One-two one-two"}
Gilla Gilla Gilla Gilla, Gilla House
Ooh {"So let's do
noticed those rips in my sheets
And that was proof that there had been a nightmare, on my street.
Oh man, I gotta call Jeff, I gotta call Jeff
See'mon
Roll on the song and um, this beat's blasting
In radios, parks, clothes emporiums
House speakers and school auditorium
You can tell by the new def Fila's
birthed the funk one
The D-Day for Dupree and yes I'm funk-ay
I got you bobbing to the funky style
K-Def let 'em know here comes the funky child
[K-Def
Some deejays are (good) some deejays are (fresh)
Some deejays are even (def)
But here's a little somethin 'bout my deejay
(The magnificient) Jazzy
But yuh see some man seh dat dem fi run di business
A Wha a gwaan mon? Yo!
Dem a talk bout more fire, mi a talk bout more prayer
We pray for water
the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
the chain (Damn right)
[Scratching by RZA]
"Mister Method Man for short, Mista' Meth"
"Tical, yep"
"Hmmm"
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon!
Even if I
in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-l-a-c-k
and throw away
so go away, cause I don't play
Attackin' like a psychopath breakin' rappers in half
so feel the wrath of Kane!
The man at hand, to rule
kill it a little, then leave it alone
Let my man 50 G drag it into his zone
Now 50 Grand's in the room and Legion of Doom
And if you sayin' Def
she grillin' me, Black?
Admit I'm the man or else I'll twist ya uterus back
On my lap, in the jet to Miami and back
When I tear through new school,
Forget you
Sprinkle me man
Uh, sprinkle me man
Ah laced up by the best, check it out,
Uh, marinatin' on the corner with a chip in his phone
You can
in town (ha)
She like man on drunk (fool)
She wanna hit n' run (errr)
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be
B-l-a-c-k
like this what a legend is (Ayy)
Yo Def Owa
You's a badman and your broke still
Worrying bout other man
Yea you must be joking
Mamasita choose me
Yea I'm
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I'm E-Dub the invincible
bandit, rock house on principle
why'know?I'm the man and Def Squad's the fam
Some say I'm that "Boy"
Def Bond
Si tu bloques sur un style en cloque nous on s'moque pas
On s'fout de toi on trouve pas de production en stock mec
T'es fada, tu vois
the world)
Aha, I got a story to tell (All around the world)
Check it out, c'mon
Chorus
What do you mean, John 3 16?
For God so loved the world, every man
Yeah, one two one two
And I say
As we let the music play
This is dedicated to Ruddy Ray
From all the homeboys around the way
So def it won't get
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