| Lyrics: | [Puffy]
Cohiba cigars, spittin' 16 bars,
Spit on a dial, my Chopard
See the reflection
of the gods
Spill Louie because, I'm supposed to, none close to
Me flow hotter, see me in
any way shape, don't bother - showstopper
As for your hoe, cock the rhymes I wrote, murda like
shocka
Deem these bitches, stay on the penis
I went from the Vernon, the curve servin',
paper earnin'
Got Arabians smugglin' dope in they turban
Sit with two techs in my duplex,
bulletproof vest
In the shoot fest with the law
Got it all, want more, future
foreseen
Keep the city how for Louie XIV
Rob, Dep, and Shyne bring Bad Boy more
cream
Uncut hits nigga, lyrical morphine
The overboss, fuck the cost, I 'ford it
Next
year, number 1 on the Forbe's list
motherfuckas
[Chorus]
The hoes, the clothes, the
cars, the loot
Public Enemy Number One
The plaques and the macs, bitch check my movies,
uh
Public Enemy Number One
You can say what you want when you talk about me
Public Enemy
Number One
You know where I be, it ain't hard to find me
Public Enemy Number
One
[Shyne]
Once again it's Shyne and, rhymin'
Remarkable timin'
Tryin' to sit
up on the charts with a diamond
Bottom line, ya teams get splashed with macs
17 caps and
cats, for runnin' with my image
Y'all finish
Hence the don, doing two-fifteen on a
autobon
Louie Vittons, skunk on the back
The flyest, tryin' to tell y'all motherfuckers
can't deny us
Fuckin' right, when God made me, He was biased
No lies, yo highness with the
most mob ties
In the metropolitan, platinum child from the home of Chris Wallace
So how
could I not be hot?
That's like Puff in the summertime without a |
