Letra:
erbally its dinner timeme and
mine dine exquisiteIce like a blizzard rockin crocks and
lizardsme and Poof in the AcNorth Kack be where we're
atdroppin
hits at the Ritz allway down to Sugar Shacksmatter fact
we got it sewnlock, stock, and barrelbout to hit you soon - keep
your eye on the sparrowGotta bounce when you hear it
turn it up a notchcause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your
spotWe
keep it hot like July you can't deny that we flysee
we play every day from LA to NYand cross seas we got trees
in the
West IndesLord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
MercyWith fourty thieves, I be chillinkeep the Champagne
spillintheres no need for illinrepresentin all my childrenas the
world turns gravity pullswe hold it downIt's QDTand
meThe best pound for pound
Vs2: IQ & T-Strait
It's the incredible soundthat shakes the groundcitystates and
townsholding it downfor our crownheaded legacy boundso
what's
your name T- Straite, who are youIt's IQ taking
these crews out by twos making moves to confusewho could
refuse the
flave the way we shape it like claywithout a losswe
set it off without F Gary GrayFor all my peeps in this
pieceFrom FJ's to Black SheepSchool Boy and Big Lord we
keep
attacking them beatsFrom the streets of
QCInternationallycollectin cheesefillin seats to
capacityyou know the
typewe're first in flight ta keep if fly with a micF J's that
hype to keep you tight all nightDamn Right
Vs 3: DRES
YoI be ahead in the polls to rock enumerous soulsgot
this style more sweet than Dr J's fingerollswho it
bemeslammin from the top of the key Black Pearl - IQ - T
Straite
- and Fat DaddyNow watch us achieve and sieze the
moment with the greatest of easewith expertise on the airit be
the
draft of coolbreezewith cheddar cheesey vo-calsgotcha
actin so-cial from North Kak to Calito New York City
lo-calesbout tacut the gristlewho's sharper than a
whistlewho's
sound get's around like a pawn shop pistolfreely I flowsee me
and
mine G ETPAID you cant mess with thecheeba
choppin money clocker droppin lyrics on the onewith my pants
kinda
saggin cause my pockets weigh a toncheat on my wife
with a micso complex our romancethat I be known to get a
dance out
of a B-Boy stance
mine dine exquisiteIce like a blizzard rockin crocks and
lizardsme and Poof in the AcNorth Kack be where we're
atdroppin
hits at the Ritz allway down to Sugar Shacksmatter fact
we got it sewnlock, stock, and barrelbout to hit you soon - keep
your eye on the sparrowGotta bounce when you hear it
turn it up a notchcause man Fat Daddy bout to blow up your
spotWe
keep it hot like July you can't deny that we flysee
we play every day from LA to NYand cross seas we got trees
in the
West IndesLord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord
MercyWith fourty thieves, I be chillinkeep the Champagne
spillintheres no need for illinrepresentin all my childrenas the
world turns gravity pullswe hold it downIt's QDTand
meThe best pound for pound
Vs2: IQ & T-Strait
It's the incredible soundthat shakes the groundcitystates and
townsholding it downfor our crownheaded legacy boundso
what's
your name T- Straite, who are youIt's IQ taking
these crews out by twos making moves to confusewho could
refuse the
flave the way we shape it like claywithout a losswe
set it off without F Gary GrayFor all my peeps in this
pieceFrom FJ's to Black SheepSchool Boy and Big Lord we
keep
attacking them beatsFrom the streets of
QCInternationallycollectin cheesefillin seats to
capacityyou know the
typewe're first in flight ta keep if fly with a micF J's that
hype to keep you tight all nightDamn Right
Vs 3: DRES
YoI be ahead in the polls to rock enumerous soulsgot
this style more sweet than Dr J's fingerollswho it
bemeslammin from the top of the key Black Pearl - IQ - T
Straite
- and Fat DaddyNow watch us achieve and sieze the
moment with the greatest of easewith expertise on the airit be
the
draft of coolbreezewith cheddar cheesey vo-calsgotcha
actin so-cial from North Kak to Calito New York City
lo-calesbout tacut the gristlewho's sharper than a
whistlewho's
sound get's around like a pawn shop pistolfreely I flowsee me
and
mine G ETPAID you cant mess with thecheeba
choppin money clocker droppin lyrics on the onewith my pants
kinda
saggin cause my pockets weigh a toncheat on my wife
with a micso complex our romancethat I be known to get a
dance out
of a B-Boy stance
