Lyrics:

Ah yea (echo) Whole world Mcs Whose slick We lounge stay phat notice our G limp A natural flair with our fresh ass hair Style baggy out clouts slick creamy and fresh east coast to west Brooklyn uptown to the universal fair old school mcs (being scratched in the background) make your money I'm slicker this year I'm slicker this year Myrtle Ave A train got the pic in my hair and what 16 joints later still lounge fresh, from flatbush in my baggy booster gets style is tight ees bust the camy? fatigues 50,000 leagues of black so what's up can we avenue slide playerstyle ghetto walk to the east and wild Crooklyn, New York creamy kid yo smith and wesson win a blessing the angular slang blow spots..bang..eleven hangin' like bats.cos..the 12 inch wax. say scorpio and my hair say 'fro and my blood say bro my clics say