clap your hands Build it up a little higher Build it up a little higher A little bit higher now Build it up a little higher Ain't it funky now? Ain't it
upon a planet and use it if it's in the hat. Come on! Can I get some help? Can I get a witness? Can I get a witness? A witness over there? A witness
James Brown's dance A new world coming our way We'd talk that talk in the streets of New York And never looked back to this day From day one to the
're sure to get dropped like a trick, nothings even up my sleeve A million albums sold and it's hard to believe well it's true homeboy It's not a lie,
day, I'm in a tre While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five-oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my life
with new rims and a paint job flamboyant like a gold One-Ninety with a side panel reading, I want you to find me c'mon, I sold that Night Rider, and it
day, I'm in a tre While some of you niggaz got the robe reindeer and a sleigh We don't call it five, oh, we call it one time It's my life my life my
all day, Compton all day G'yeah (come on, uhh, come on, uhh) Our motto's "Do or Die", we specialise in hittin switches and dumpin fools in ditches If it's on, it's
in a day and a half, What we're composing here's state of the art, It weighs heavy on your brow like a crown of thorns, And that's when we break it down
play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it {It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} (I) A.W.O.L DJ Hurricane When
That you and your niggas play Radical man, save a life Come on, take a stand, give that money back Let's make a plan, the brand new currency Taking
new hundreds Please don't mind, how I pursue Don't take it personal, girl that's how thugs do Let's get by, sit for a few Then after that let's go, I
it ain't no regular shit That's a polite asshole and a sensitive pimp You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Church mosque, have a knack Dr. Dre Training Day
got kitten's pride I'll make a mess on your set and your dress Handle my business, or handle your princess When I was younger, was no different It's
thought I was dying out But again, and again, and again without a doubt It's the gangster boogie, the earthquake sound Pump it up and play it so they hear it all around I do it
