| Lyrics: | a '97 update of Boogie Down Production's "I'm Still #1"
Ha ha yo yo
My man
Keith Murray is down wit us
My nigga Erick Sermon is down wit us
My man Lil' Jamal
is down wit us
My Def Squad click is down wit us
The Pack Pistol Posse is down wit
us yo
My L.O.D. click is down wit us
We're number one!
Ha ha ha ha ha yo
yo yo well yo
It's the Red Moolie yellin for the villain in the movie
I'm
like Kentucky, I pack a biscuit and a two-piece
Ya nod thorough, blows like the tri-borough
I die thorough with a metal on my chest sayin Def
Check out the rhythm that I cook up
You too scared to look up, you're merkin
I Set it Off like La in that big-ass
Suburban *errrr*
Bumrush your villa then I'm closin all the curtains, LIGHTS OUT
Who's next to get stomped? I smash hardcore from Jerz
to the South South Bronx, the bizarre
rap non-superstar
of course, my Actions Affirmative like Nas Escobar
Flip a quarter,
heads or tails you're gettin slaughtered
I blow the S-L boy out of order
My mental
disorder is pure water
I hit your wifey doggystyle in the Land
while the CD
program's on 'Whatever Man'
My peoples up in Jersey, is down wit us, uhh
My
peoples locked down, down wit us, uhh
My peoples in New York, is down wit us
The
housing projects, is down wit us
My people who be hustlin is down wit us
Cause makin
funky music is a must
I'm number one!
Ha haa! Check it check check check here we go
huh huh
Aiyyo, throw yo' hands up in the motherfuckin air
And wave em, until
y'all cash flows hit the pavement
Fuck the B-X, I roll on fours like G-S
Signed
truly yours, Funk Doctor Spock, P.S.
Rumble in the Jungle, I bumped into Fugees
on
the humble, on the one-deuce, my bundles
be raw diggy, surprise you like you saw titties
on that, milk chick, watch me damage your acoustics
The Muddy Waters be blowin your
tape recorders
Pull out the four niggaz steppin like they on a Nord(ic)
Track, cool
out black got no time for scratch
You wanna battle, here's a lyric with a bomb attached
*pssst*
These your peoples, you better call em back before I beat through
his
windpipe, with the cordless mic and the cerebral
HAHH, look up in the motharfuckin sky, it's
a
widow, pushin a fifteen zero zero
With tinted windows, so it's hard to look
through
Chickenhead shotgun, pumpin Erykah Badu
Don't snooze, you'll be like damn is
it the shoes?
The way I maneuv I could slip a uz in school
I been a raw dog since I
brought me an eighth
And Can't Nobody Hold Me Down like I'm Puffy and Mase
Ha hah, ha ha ha! Ha ha, aiyyo, aiyyo
Fox Boogie Brown, is down wit us
My nigga
Meth-Tical, is down wit us
Yo, Thuggish Ruggish Flesh, is down wit us, yo
Yo, my
homie Richie Rich, is down wit us, yo
That nigga LL Cool, is down wit us, yo
My dog
Warren G, is down wit us
We're number one!
Ha hah, ha hah, ya-ha-ha, yo yo
Trigger the Gambler, down wit us, yo
My peeps West coast, is down wit us, yo
My peeps who pack toast, is down wit us yo
Atlanta, G-A, is down wit us yo
My peeps
in Virginia, is down wit us yo
North Carolina, is down wit us yo
My peeps in D.C.,
is down wit us yo
My peeps in |
