Artist: DJ Jazzy Jeff f/ Baby Blak, Pauly Yamz, Raheem DeVaughn Album: The Magnificent Song: Worldwide Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro] Um-hmm, P. Yamz... (Kenn, what?) This what happens... when Jeff be leavin niggaz in the studio by theyself y'all.. [Baby Blak] Aiyyo.. Puff the dutch, don't make me fuck shit up B. Blak bubblin like Alka-Seltzer Plus Came In the place where my old heads P. Yamz, mean Code Red Niggaz don't learn 'til their nose bled Throw led, we can go there Son, I don't know scared, nowhere Renaissance man with the pen in my hand The dough that I get, I choose to spend it on fam Flow that you spit is like you fittin my pants Wearin my shoes, washin my clothes, and cookin my food - dependant I'm independent, nices-es ain't no crisis For intervention I write this All for lighters and spliffs twistin You up to bat then I'm pitch hittin Put that ass on the bench like you Mitch Richmond Keep the pitch switchin Fast and slow the classic flow, good riddance! West P to SP, to NP My flow Jetski on SP and MP Six os', spit pros, sick flows Spittin rounds like a missile, since down to the grizzles Six ounce gettin penciled, get down with a stencil No verse one hook, any clown with an issue Aggressive beef let it rest in peace I got Rev in the west and, Jeff in the east and... [Chorus: Raheem DeVaughn] All around the world, people sing this song They wanna know why (whyyyy whyyyyy) They wanna know why (whyyyy whyyyyy whyyy) All around the world, people sing this song (one time) They wanna know why (whyyyy whyyyyy) They wanna know why (whyyyy whyyyyy whyyy) [Pauly Yamz] Yo yo yo... I might fall up in the booth when my motto is heard Like a inner-city drunk with a bottle of burb Or the baddest street kid with a bottle to throw Or the highest weed nigga with a bottle of dro YO! Paul fell off, man you figure I'm like Cyrus (CAN YOU DIG ITTTT~!!!) The slow grinder turned co-signer You just meat, I'm a po-ranha [piranha] Fo'-fifth in the coat liner, haters strollin, dunn 'Til I play Tiger Woods and put a hole in one For the love of bread and gravy P and Blak like Fred and Grady, still strugglin, hustlin! (What!) You got paper you can add to us It been crunch time, end's tight like Chad Lewis It's real life yo, it's not no game Like the shit that you spit, naw this not no flame Lukewarm, disappointin to the kids in your class room I flow nasty like a rest stop bathroom (What!) Nice with it I can cut you short Baby Blak, Pauly Yamz, what the fuck you thought? [Chorus] [Pauly Yamz] Yo yo one time, yo, yo, run it down I'm just an inner city brotha that can turn hard rock Underrated my whole career like Bernard Hop' I caught two haters out there and there's one more left You like to be number +3+ like +Grand Auto Theft+ We underground widdit, with enough loot to lock it Baby Blak'll hold your hands while I shoot ya pockets (Who can stop it?) Long as my crew can profit I'ma put you to the test whenever we reach the topic [Baby Blak] Aiyyo, I'm used to boxin, giving five to the head I'm used to chocolates, gettin high with the dreds I'm used to rockin, anytime anywhere P. Yamz, B. Blak on stage, thery like "Chyeah!" Y'all niggaz bullshittin Run with a +Gang+ of +Starrs+ and a +Full Clip+ in With a clean change of drawers and ya girl trickin Thorough thick in the waste, hurl dick in her face Earl twistin on Ace [Chorus]