Bust it, bust it, Friday night swingin you know what I'm sayin
 With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jack whose names is Joe
 Check it check it check it yo c'mon
 Lyrics
 I been around, I been around
 I been around town
 Sounds you know I'm down
 That many cannot get down
 But not me, we kick it all day and night see
 Although you know in a minute
 Right now you know not who I be
 So I kick it for a second
 Yes I kick it for a sec
 Get wreck, and double check
 Got to play with your select
 Name is Dres, D-R-E-S
 Yes I guess that it is
 Ya gotta bag of buddha well smoke a sess
 I'm the type of brother that the girls always select
 It's not because they're out to come
 It's cause they're out to come correct
 I talk about a ho, because a ho I know
 And if you do the honey Tea
 then I guess too you would talk so
 Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
 Don't get hot cause I clock the fat figure
 Told ya I'm a singa got my finga on the trigga
 Cause everybody hates the fly nigga
 Play me not close if your jean is made of plastic
 If your best to play it down
 Then you should walk faster
 Don't give me a pound if you bust that in your hand
 Play me out never cause I came to understand
 Do it to, for a minute
 I do for me too
 Push me up and I'll pull myself through
 Watch my back and I'll watch my front
 Got what I want, c-ya hate to be ya
 Got a nie, got a shot, got a catch twenty-two
 Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do
 Fightin over cities how they're fightin on my block
 Over there is liberation over here is for a rock
 No not pop rock, no not pop rock
 Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
 Do-do-after shock
 Some will part fly gear, while others are suckin
 I game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin
 But one thring I learned, yo roll and take it
 Life is what you make it