Walk in Gutta

[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 a little somethin like this"} [Redman] Yeah, yo, check it out I'ma walk in gutta, get that butter Only dude with a weed sign on the chucker Hood down, car kinda loud from the muffler Like DAMN when I profile at the Rucker Bitches (Got Game), I'm (Above the Rim) Call my gun Magnolia Soulja Slim Do "The Freak" on the floor, two steps to the side Talk greasy like Popeye's breast and a thigh I got sour diesel roll One hit of this bitch, your whole staff is (out of control) {"Ohh!"} I'm programmed for winnin, Sean John to denim Fly guy got shoes with fish in water swimmin You pointed me out, bad guy with the mouth I'm Oscar, no wonder muh'fucker I'm a (Grouch) I work around dirt, eyes focused on turf You tried to hide before your NexTel chirp! Blaow gotcha, you the best nigga call the doctor Like Chinese tryin to salsa It's never gonna be in (Groove), call Stella back Holiday Inn 'em, then back in the shuttle van Bitch give me head on the first date, what a fan Three best MC's I think on the other hand Stand like an officer, not a gentleman Niggaz get rich off of stolen car settlements! [Chorus: Biz Markie (Erick Sermon)] I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey, we gon' do a lil' somethin like this I say (Y'knowmsayin so I said) I say yes yes y'all {"One-two one-two"} to the beat y'all Party havin people guaranteed to be like havin a ball Hah hey-hey-hey {"So let's do a little somethin like this"} (Huh, huh, why'knowmsayin so I said) [Erick Sermon] (Yeah) I also walk in gutta, holdin my dick A New York nigga man back in the mix I walk up in the spot man cameras click Cheese, all out my pocket; can't stop it (uhh) All you can do now boy is just respect it I ain't par tomorrow but the E is connected Look what happens when you spin the records Hip-Hop at its best, nothin to mess with (yeah) I'm right here, there's no need to download I attract hoes, I ain't gotta hound those I call the shots, no need to brown-nose Cut the check at 40 grand for shows I'm (Fresh) like Doug E., I show ya The beat got it (Clap) like them boys from 'Nolia, I told ya Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check With no bling-bling around my neck, yup Redman and Sermon, with two icons Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons I'm an extremist (huh) who shake tracks the meanest I'm what a hip-hop fiend is [Chorus] [Keith Murray] Yeah, I also walk in gutta, reppin my clique A Def Squad nigga yeah, all in your mix Niggaz talk shit you get your ass kicked I ain't a Blood, but I'll throw you out the whip (word up) What you know about Pinot Gregio and roasted duck (huh?) With a mean street team outside posted up Toasted up, ready to roast a duck (uh-huh) When I say street team, I don't mean niggaz that put posters up (word) Let's be blatant, you achin and ancient We capered in your hood with dirty machetes and bloody aprons I'll acquire a tec, quiet your rep Stay quiet as deaf, or Kanye's choir rep (uh-huh) As I make another left, quiet I crept, quiet you slept I'm back with the tec, like I never left (surprise niggaz!) See frivolous beef'll get you curiously shot (uh-huh) You fuckin with Keith, I think seriously not (hell no) I ATTACK like a blue-nose pit off gunpowder (yeah) And love to soup the beef up just like clam chowder With my Squad in the house, we misbehave Get drunk and tongue-kiss bitches like Flavor Flav [Chorus] {"One-two one-two... please man don't get with that bullshit"} {"So let's do a little somethin like this..."}