Lyrics:
say
Cause ama shine from Grass to Grace
Kriss kross mad cruise
Champaign go pop through
Party after party we gonna mash up the dance floor
I don't
bro
When folks call roll up you
Gon' have to show us
50 for the watch, 50 for the whip
50 for the hitman too
Put a 50 on your head little boy now
I show
a talent, so let me flaunt the gift
Chorus
[KRS-One]
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin PAID
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
come to the t'cha
Push up ya han-ds, if you out here gettin paid
Push up ya han-ds, if you don't have AIDS, biddi-by-by
Push up ya han-ds, if you
hands up in plastic bags
On stage like a savage goin' mad
What? Yeah yeah, so!
Yeah, by all means you know you gotta put Queens on it
Put cream
a friend along
To help me show my appreciation the right way
Ladies, Mr. Jamie Foxx
Mr. Foxx, Ladies
(Remix)
I love her 'cause she got her own
She
gun aiming at my back
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Losing my homies one by one
Yeh but Trunksy he a real one
(Uh) pull up
Your magical gates can't hold me back
I'm far too powerful, you can't repel my attack
My dark magic will tear down your wall
Kris when you face me,
And we smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound
Said this that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you
And we smoke it by the ounce
If I'm bringin' all the homies
Then we smoke it by the pound
Said this that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you
temptations go
Throw up the finger
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger
You know what? Baby, it's like
I know you've been searchin' for someone
homies by my side
Now I only do the things that I like
Yeah, Balling with the team you on the Sideline
Ain't no other homies I would die by
Someone check
the motherfucking LBC
Yeah, check this out cause
Hey yo Goldie Loc
let's do this for the homies in the hood
The dub, what up
No disrespect to them other hoods
temptations go
Throw up the finger
And all my homies go
Throw them the finger
You know what? Baby, it's like
I know you've been searchin' for someone
get out of it
Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty By Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope,
yeah we meet by the bay
Step to my face you have nothing to say
When it hit nighttime we turn up like day
Loan time is over we getting our pay
I take
dubs
Me and my homies up
Keep on pourin' up
Yea we loan a bunch
808's is going nuts
I destroy it all
I like showin' love
Can you show me love
Feel like
you
Its only 20 people at the venue
Hole in a wall shows on the menu
Nobody wanna deal with the rapper who tryna come up
But entertain a nigga who ain’t
a prize if you take a little sit
Slow it, down
Ruling my shit, I ain't waiting for no crown
By the pound
You know what's up when the homies get around
Slow
the cut show these youngins how to live
I'm just tryna do it big rest in peace the homie Kris
Yea I know he was legit shoutout to his girl and kid
All
my homies that be waiting on my albums
And when I’m throwin’ concerts, ya’ll better show up
And show out, for being the reason I pour up
‘Cause when I
'cause they coming at ya ass
trippin when the pistol tap ya glass
and when they get drama they gotta call up some holsta's
but you know my homies
Ha-ha-ha-ha
No way out 'cause I'm already in it
I'm not attending when I do a show and get a ticket
Good business can clean millions, I got the vision
I
I'm a army all by myself
A soldier if nothing else
A outlaw and I want it all (and I want it all)
Them O.G.s that brought us up
Them young boys
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