(feat. Angie Martinez, Doo Wop)



Yo (yeah) yo yo nigga

Rip that, rip that baby c'mon let's go



[Angie Martinez]

Headlines read, "DJ gets wreck to the beat"

Now here come record companies, with checks made out to me (aight?)

Since a baby member industry, rule 4080, so I'll just peep carefully

But I'm comin through, what a girl to do

We're bout to make you put 'em up

Like you don't give a {fuck}, KRS said, "Grab the mic, try your luck"

Now it seems I've run amuck

It's natural that you wanna frown, but I see you bubble this

in your truck, and I see you smilin, while I'm rhymin

{Fuck} around I think you like the stylings of me

Angie with Easy Mo Bee



[Chorus x2: Doo Wop]

Make 'em drink, make 'em smoke, make 'em sling, make 'em loc

Make 'em fiend, for this dope, make 'em lean, in they Jeep

Make 'em dance, make 'em lounge, creep with a freak

or romance with they spouse, most of all make 'em bounce



[Angie Martinez]

Easy does it, do it Easy, can't run yo' average {shit} on me

Not your average beotch see?  Average girl can't rhyme like me

Average girl don't got whip like me

Pop {shit} like me, pretty V.I.P.

on the M-I-C, with my man, Easy Mo Bee

So Mo Bee, says Angie, got a beat that I want you to meet

I'ma leave y'all alone, play nicely

Then I hit her with a friendly one-two-three

And then a three-two-one, and we havin fun

'til the break of dawn, and it's all love

Then I grab him by the {nuts}, said who's is this huh?

He said Martinez



[Chorus]



[Doo Wop]

Make 'em bounce, yo Easy Mo (what the deal Wop?)

Can I get some of this? (No doubt)

We got time {nigga?} (Yeah)

Doo Wop, Bounce Squad

(Just bounce on 'em Wop, bounce on 'em Wop)



Uhh, let's go

Use a gat just to give you rap rookies a nookie

I'm a cocoa leaf you some backyard boogie

I'm Henny and 'dro you, crack and dust

I'm top of the line you, back of the bus

I'm tints on a limo you a stain in the glass

I'm up front dough you, layaway cash

I'm a swiss bank account, you a rainy day stash

{Niggaz} want me around, you a pain in the {ass}

All day e'ryday on the block crazy homey

You a Flavor Flav clock, I'm a Jay-Z Roley

You Death Row today, I'm Death Row with Dre

You a beat for a skit, I'm some Easy Mo {shit}



Yeah, that's how we blow spots

Angie, Easy Mo and Wop

This is how we do ba-bay

Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh (uhh)