send* corrections to the typist [Intro]
Uh
check...me out baby Ayo
I, be the one phonte Representin..
little brother From..
now never, be another It's..
phonte poo and 9th wonder And..
my man big dough that's undiscovered Gettin'..
freaky wit them broads undercover Take..
it way back like Mr Lover. Lover Ayo..
we, keep it runnin like this From
the top of the dome light it up with a kiss Kubanot
jada phonte the style playa Party
ghost peace out niggaz I'll cya lata Phonte
coming through just like dic-tator Off
the top of the dome through in the playground Because
it's just like "yo I didn't say that" Loot
it up wherever my nigga lay at lets, light it up girl...
*singing in background [Verse*
1 - Big Poo] The
most magnificent Poo
speak the unlipatent For
the rhyme impatent Complicate
plenty circumtants I
got enough friends to last my life Fuck
your feelings and your home town rice The
stage is mine if I rocked the mic Lead
a love up the path of light It's
due time to set a couple niggaz straight And
get this beef off my chest plate Bitch
niggaz tryin to frustrate dap, you up on the low really hate Is
that the price of cats being to great Can?
I live without you all in my face and? ya hands high See
that's the shit that I be talking about Behind
your back faggots runnin' they mouth just, stick a dick in it And
have a seat homie let, us step to the floor front Made
you display all, up in your store front That's
what the people want The
champs back in here Lets
shout the name out loud and clear we, light it up (echos)....[Chorus]
girl
*singing in background [Verse*
- Phonte] Yo
Te
ready to assassinate Rockin
a goldin gatrell with seven buttons still, I fascinate This
politics shit'll ruin kids Niggaz
be thinking just because they tight that mean they music is That
aint the way it work dog go, exam your roots Look
niggaz dead in they eyes start, demanding the truth Produce
are not properly commanding his loops I
aint saying it wack that, shit'll win a grammie or mute I'm
like that half crazed man on the roof The
ex-vietnam vet with no heart pan-handling loot With
a mack 10 raised to shoot ya Phonte's
a big dog betta, get ya bitches sprayed or neutered (cat growl) Last
year been praised and tutored Radioheads
downloading my shit the, OK compute it Got
plans to shine style, 3x's dope on eastern standard time And
I'm gon handle mine lets light it up baby (echo)...[Chorus]
Phonte
*talking in background girl*
*singing in background
