[PMD] "Hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin"

[repeat]



[repeats in background under PMD:] "Back and forth, forth and back"



[Kwest starts after 19 seconds]



Now picture this if you will, a club on a Friday night, mood is chill

Everyone in the joint is on point, ain't bout dressin to kill

Jeans kicks boots and mega pairs of jean suits

Shit is real, nobody tryin to act as if they too cute

The DJ's catchin wreck, with the 1200 Tech's

Usin skills on the wheels to create a new form of sex

Catchin groove after groove, blendin the rough with the smooth

Makin mixes so potent you got no choice but to move

The ears stink with that good funk, of freshly burned skunk

Blunts are passed in abundance, ain't no need to get drunk

Niggaz ain't trippin, just out on the dancefloor rippin

Divin and dippin as hons run to see how brothers be flippin

A little scrap breaks out, but pretty soon that's dead

And for once folks are happy hands were thrown instead of lead

The line outside is about three blocks long and gone

Security makin sure, only the right type get to go in

Then all of a sudden, that old BOMB shit comes on

Inside and outside, everybody and they moms mind is gone

The DJ booth gets rushed, ooh that shit is too bad dad

Whose rhymin on this record?  He says, "Kwest Tha Madd Lad"

The brothers go "Ahh-IGHT!" Cuties scream "Bay-bay!"

Asked the DJ for a copy he said "May-bay!"

I make my joints for me and you, I want mutual satisfaction

So when a Madd Lad piece comes on, what's the reaction?



[PMD] "Hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin"

[repeat]



[repeats in background under PMD] "Back and forth, forth and back"

Now the sun is fallin, night is callin, but we all in a daze

Mind filled with purple haze from the blunt we just blazed

Lines about eight deep, eat sleep and dream lyrics

If you got no flip in your script, we ain't tryin to hear it

The cypher's crazy tight, like an undersexed stunt

If you got skills then don't fake funk, step up front

Whether East or West coast set it with your best flow

which lets those who wreck know if you're in or should get ghost

I play the scene in the background, watchin those who got the knack

count spot, while those who ain't so hot back down

A kid with his folks who thinks he got jokes tries to diss me

But when I spoke, made smoke and he was history



[beat changes, mic echoes]

Now ain't no need to beat around the bush punk so I'll be blunt

If you had, bigger lips, you'd look just like a cunt

I rip flows and flip shows to whip foes, and make 'em tiptoe away

But hey, you don't hear me though, so ask your girl after the show

Someone lied if he told you in a battle I'd be wack

Dionne Warwick and the WHOLE Psychic Network couldn't see that

So unk-fay what you eard-hay, that's word to ig-Bird-bay

Rap in ig-pay atin-lay still kickin herbals, to the herb gate

Niggaz run up, hopin they can, come up and smoke

Man I leave 'em done up and broken from Ho-boken to Oakland

Some one told YOU wrong when they said I was right for waxin

Then backspin, look at the crowd and what's the reaction?

[cheering]



[PMD] "Hands got to clappin, the fingers got to snappin"

[repeat]



[repeats in background under PMD] "Back and forth, forth and back"



[DJ scratches "ohh yeahh!" to the end]