Intro: 

Yes yes y`all, ooh funk....
Yes yes y`all, to the beat y`all
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y`all
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes y`all, to the beat y`all
From the ol schizzy it`s the yes yizzy y`all
Ooh notes come wrong 

Verse 1: 

Dre is chillin, Ruff is chillin
What more can I say? (Let`s make a million)
M-E-L-Man, niggas call me Most
I be rockin on the East and the West Coast
Your mail go back like Emmitt Smith`s hairline
With Jordache devils and Calvin Kleins
This shit be on my mind like O`Donnells interceptions
How would I look with Mike`s complexion
Eat me, freak me, take your hand and leave me
All I wanna say is "I don`t really give a fuck"
cos Most he be mega
Copped the Play Station but still play the Sega
and in the PJ`s I DJ and blow amps
Bad as *?shrimp stampy?* with the food stamps
Huh, I`m not a stranger to danger
On the streets I be known as the jaw rearranger
Heavy with the metal, Mel-Man rule
White boys say it now "Cool, cool, cool!!!"
I bring the fizzy that`s the obvious
I got a grip but the only clip I load be the floppy disk
In the SP or the MV, see three G
Ho`s see me comin in 3-D
I spread Lizzy with ten mates
Hit the skins and I break out like an inmate
Hey yo, that`s how it is and that`s how I want it
This is my world and I`m shittin on it 

Chorus: 

(On the world) Shittin on it
(On the world) Shittin on the world
(Here me, yeah, shittin on the world)
*repeat* 

Verse 2: 

I warm it up like humidity
Mel, okay I`m here til infinity
My shit be outta...space with the Ewok
This is my planet but I never wear the Reebok
When we rock to the beat of accapella
Most reigns supreme, niggas grab your umbrellas
It`s time to bounce so where the player, mate?
Jealous MC`s still drinkin on that "Hator"rade
Bitches flirtin with the giggles and chuckles
You`ll never get the jezzy bare, knuckle
cos I get a tingle in the jimmy after three days in it
Hold up! Back to the clinic
Uhh, aah, poked your bitch in the eye
then I step like Omega`s hifi (AWROOF!)
I walk the earth like Moses
Any mackadocious, I grew up with no chips
Shows I turn out
I got dough but still call my hos on my burnout
But can`t phone long distance
I`m a rich nigga still gettin public assistance
Rockin shit on a task cam
Got MC`s talkin `bout "I love you, man"
But you can`t get my last bud
or my last dove outta beats we be makin
Dre and M-E-L got the whole Earth quakin
That`s how it is and that`s how I want it
This is my world and I`m shittin on it 

Chorus x3 

Outro: (over chorus) 

Yes yes y`all, ooh funk...
Yes yes y`all, to the beat y`all
From the ol schizzy with the yes yizzy y`all
Ooh in come funk
Yes yes y`all, to the beat y`all
Every three days and the El change ???
Ooh, Most come funk