[VERSE 1]

I hate it when the bitches try to juice me

But the pussy make me do the watusi

Sex related, x rated on the nightly

I got enogh helmet to buff, but don't you bite me

What you see is what you gettin, cause I'm hittin wombs

And fumes linger throughout the room like the tombs

I lock down the putang I do thangs with true thangs

Jeweler 'ain't nothin to fuck' with like the Wu-Tang

So recognize right now that it's a Bronx style

Play this and every juvenile is runnin wild

Pandemonium spreads up and down your block

Fuck crime watch, cause I climbed another notch

Hop scotch on the rocks instead of gin and juice

If it's black berry brandy, I'm finna get loose

Out in the west they don't love them hoes

But on the East Coast we knock a bed post and make the pussy go



Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na	

Tryin to get [x3]



Tryin to get down with the get down



[VERSE 2]

This is brought to you directly from the ill school

Slum-ass rappes be frontin real jewels

10 carat, like a parrot talkin shit back

Fuck Polly, who cares if she want a cracker

Is it becasue I'm tappin jaws and puttin on the rigs

And shit hits you in your face like zigs or hot grits

Saggy like old tits, you're out of it

I'm teachin rappers how to quit, cause they conterfeit

I like to pull your card, cause you're fakin jacks

I'm makin stacks and in one smack I'm breakin backs

That's why I'm slammin like a cell door

Shammin, what the hell for? 

If I couldn't rhyme, then I would sell raw

Like a dread, but without the locks

When I'm about to rock Jack know I'm knockin clowns out the box

I don't replace, I remove from the premises

You could forget it, although wifey sure remember this



Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na [x3]



Tryin to get down with the get down



You can't get down with the get down



[VERSE 3]

Now I love it when the bitches try to juice me

I got the pussy, and it still cannot seduce me

That's what happens when I'm slappin up between your legs

On the sunny side up, baby, I fry them eggs

Go tell your man he's cut off, you got a new pole

And if you're married, my lawyers can find a loophole

No doubt, the Boogie Down is on the map again

See, this is hip hop, don't ever call it rap again

Cause I'm a cold killer cold killin

Great taste and less fillin like Bud Light, I'm Cold Chillin'

On the 8th I be jewelin with my man Blacky

I'm not the same King Sun who used to go with Jackie

Now I'm dolo, sexually solo

Bonin is the record, the foreplay's a promo

I take a fat track and bring back a hit sound

Come Uptown, I put you down with the get down



Tra-na-na-na-na-na-na-na [x3]



Tryin to get down with the get down



You wanna get down with the gets down



(1-2-3-ah)



Strictly ghetto, always down with the get down



D.I.T.C.

My man Sha, no doubt

From the 8th to Gun Hill, no doubt

From BNS to 84, no doubt

No question