stomp ya feet and clap ya hands cause youre listening to the sounds of the p funk band aint nothing new in what we do cause we doing it all just for you stomp ya feet and clap ya hands cause youre listening to the sounds of the sure shot band aint nothing new in what we do cause we doing it all just for you uh to the qualifying rectifying rocking til the day we dying every time youre screaming crying well be there with no denying cmon double check it out people im so glad youre here i want my peoples in the front my peoples in the rear to let go of your troubles grab a chair and cool out turn up the stereo light up the blunt and crack the guiness stout mike you dont drink that yeah but it rhymed and imma keep going flowing like the river little nigga since 1987 ive been putting in work like a single mother serving suckas and makin em jerks big fluid when i do it everybody say go the cut creator of the hood and already a pro smoking up the fat grams and slam like big show or bam bigelow to party down with the hoes until the crack of dawn and dont nobody dare yawn word up to sanchez and the little homie rhymed right now we on some wine light violin type make the beats late night so they come out and act right and put a kick in your eardrum yo you should expect nothing but the fly shit when we rocking your set damn right its thes one and double k one time lay back with a cool one so lets do one ya get it im like with it when it comes to being hip hang out with old dudes thats rude and talk shit close down on your rookies like your ladies at bedtime next time you wanna rhyme throw this into rewind and realize the real lives and the dope shit being given its a privilege like your left turned herb ya heard now imma chill with my blunt and guiness let the track speak to all the stupid ass people undermining the street yeah i know what that was when i street i mean real the people under the gangsta steps serving your thrill  qualifying rectifying rocking til the day we dying every time youre screaming crying well be there with no denying lets rock the type of family beat horns with an age limit of like 38 and older for old dudes who pulled dames with game like a pee chee folder for 40 holders twist tap and drop the cap when you feel it non sober sounds better a sort of a sweater wearing groove got you feeling the jazz and make you wanna move bout to crack a new 32 shout going to my crew and especially andre brandon paul anthony mike and me who cant stand new music rather bump the jbs and stay ill changing dats pushing rocks up a hill stupid sissy hush that fuss ay yo chill smoking beedis hanging out the window sill watching the moon writing rhymes making beats waking up at noon digging up old tunes thats the life for me and chilling with my best friend whose name is mpc so mike please see if my track is going to tape i gotta about a million rhymes and i dont know their fate so one way or another brother i promise theyll get heard yo this is just the second lp you can count on a third word and thats all i got before i go i gotta give a shout to yuyo juan carlos and tino remi miguel and grenjes mi primos imma end this with enola im out drinking all the inca colas with rum so get in the streets and act dumb people under the stairs set rhymes to stun yall niggas is out aww man baby dont trip the records not over man all you gotta do is flip 