Lyrics:

* - doing run-d.m.c.s &ampquot;together forever (live at hollis park 84)&ampquot;]

[redman] *
Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled
Get your ass up, and lets get ill
Thats right yall, we more than rough, we callin your bluff
And when it comes to rhymes... (brick city)

[pos]
Yo, dont scandalize mine
I spent too much time
Straight talk with the catch to etch my line walk
Never fetchin for crime, halt! who goes there?

[dove]
Yo, its the squeeze of five fingers, puffin smokey the bear
Shinin black like darth vader caps, they on stare

[pos]
While we rockin it, ill rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child, woman and man

Chorus one: redman

God bless the god, lay these streets wall to wall
It go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry click
It went - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[pos]
It aint my fault your ass is on the ashphalt
Got your chin touched by my fam who though you brought harm, you see
Im iced out like a glass of tea
Better yet, oatmeal cookies, yall just rookies to me
Slidin up and down the court, but i dont think you can d
Why try? maseo be gettin high since luke was luke skywalk
Man, my topic of talk is sheddin shame all over your game
Like them shorties who claim that afrocentric lovin is the past drug
A life filled with (*tweet*) thats what thugs love
Snatch you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your voice

[dove]
Now when im swimmin through the joint, i put the funk on hold
Cause if you dont, youll see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for miss
Flashy faces with bigger lips for that ass to kiss

[pos]
Most crews are post-current while were forever
Direct beats thats contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-i-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real

Chorus two: redman

I got niggas in the streets thatll blast your ass for the shine
And get - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin your fuck on tonight
Then go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, put your hands opposite to the ground if youre lovin our sound
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, and to my broke niggaz on the corner holdin me down
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!

[dove]
Yo, i swear tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy more land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work hard like wetbacks
Set backs is gonna get my ass to be hostile
Rockwilder the beat, top dollar defeat
Big moneys make the big decisions
Keep hip-hop alive, its just an intermission
Back to the second half of the feature flick
Dick stacks and fuck rap

[pos]
I had a name for makin paper since paper mache
Now my dollar coins join pounds of yen for play
While you broke niggaz reach drunk much quicker
You dont make enough bread to soak up all your liquor
Went from god to god damn

[redman]
Damn god, youre killin it
Should incorporate it, invest half a mil in it
Rap cats talk with no will in it

[pos]
Soundin like they virtual
This jointll hurt you, yo

[dove]
Twas the night before christmas and my crib got robbed
(shhh shhh shh, shhhhh) they did a job
Took all my goodies out from under the tree, except the cds
Of shiny-suit rappers and flossin emcees
Who fail at takin it to rhyme degrees

[pos]
Man, you know no wack poems get no play in our homes
You need to not get nappy with me
Or else we gon &ampquot;relax your mind, let your conscious be free&ampquot;

Chorus three: redman

Yo, where my wall street niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
To my women thatll throw they hands against they punk-ass man
Go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, if you never been shot or stabbed
Brick city go - oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!
Yo, i gotta catch a cab back to the lab so i can smoke
- oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh!