Chorus: Party Arty
 Check it out huh  this is how it's going down
 From the Boogie Down  brothers stand around with a frown (Repeat 2x)

 Verse 1: A.G.

 It's time to hit ya  let the melody split ya
 Poems is deadly  Holmes better get the picture
 See these vibes are visible
 Fiends see it in the mental  chicks dig it in the physical
 We had to lounge  now I'm furious
 Fake hip hoppers  can they do it in '95? I'm curious
 Cause my squad has sickness, crazy sickness
 Hit the herb, let the words start flowing with the riches
 Don't compare me when you hear me
 I stay true, and when I'm through, it'll pay dearly
 Dre's a giant, no question, but what I question
 Is how now this is your profession
 I'm charged off the lye
 How we do? (Spray 'em) Bless 'em, impress 'em, and hang 'em high
 Taking loot like bakers and produce pages
 And styles go for Miles, like Davis
 My potential, with Show's instrumental
 Got you all zoning on the vibes that we sent you
 In the mental, who's that abusing rap?
 Pop from the heart, so it's back to the start, black
 And these tracks are incredible
 S-H-O to the W, true to our revenue
 That's how we feel in the BX, mics I bless
 Time to get down with the boogie

 Chorus x2

 Verse 2: A.G.

 I got a mind like Minolta
 Me and Show go back like the D.A. on Travolta
 I want cheese like ziti
 You'll get left like ?reuiniti? (on ice) trying to be me
 I jam, sucker, like the God in all the ruckus
 Over tracks (Your girl probably claps) Then I stuck her
 No front, all I want is to be happy
 Probably like Mary, but if you dare me, then we'll get scrappy
 Don't lift weights, let the hands be dictate
 The Giant is great from back then to this date
 I take the cake and I bounce with the whole weight
 A weapon, stepping straight from Section 8
 If it's me then you might not wait
 If you fake the moves, then it's your tools I'm a take
 I want to see you stop me to those that knock me
 Amazing with blazing talents like Rodney
 Strict with the voodoo, peace to Chaka Zulu
 In the clutch, I can't be touched, they must be noodles
 Too many skills for you to try and doubt
 Put your money where your mouth, I'm a make you wear your mouth
 I've had it, time to get bruised and battered
 I'm like Earvin Orsette, cause I'm great with that black magic
 It's nothing when my man's on production
 I reign (You catch a blow to your brain) percussion
 Rap savior, the more the major
 Bring 'em all on, and they'll get shitted on with flavor
 Reality is what it's all about
 So when you hear the vibes of Show & A, check it out

 Chorus x2