whassup I wonder if you mom'll let you play that stuff Now you're flowin' like your name is Water But I'm ten years older and my game is harder I'm
them up with my blade Cut is caught brothers still fallin' to this day And all is face say why'd have to be this way? Five cent is the culture, make
' on love and laughter And the grass is gettin' greener all the time My fields have no boundaries fences or gates And the pleasures that grow there grow wild
is tight ees bust the cami' fatigues 50,000 leagues of black, so what's up Can we avenue slide player style ghetto walk To the east and wild Crooklyn,
makes a party Mental note: lock the garage, hide the keys to dad's Rolls 'Cause it's outta control, this bitch is taking off her clothes [Shock G] Is
and souls are polluted Superiority complex is deep rooted Leeches and lice's, and people got prices Egomaniacs control the self-righteous Nothing is sacred and nothing is
Bellows a row Between the channel of the cable And the cross bow Comes an elevation Of pressure In regards Compel a high water When all hell freezes
[Intro] My name is [rewinds] my name is And we've made a wild and wonderful record for you We will tell you all kinds of things to do and be and you can
start the clapping [Verse Two: Street] Street's running through your dancehall gunning like Lee Harvey Oswald stunning slapping MC's with summons for pumping - that watered
is low But my water technique is hard to think That the earth can absorb water, hai! Hai! The sky is high, the cloud is low But my water technique is
ain't thoughts prevoked Just alotta beef 'til they get caught in smoke But the problem is never cured, on top of that Most of them be swingin' wild and
Throw down ya mic, son, ya gauge is empty Plus, the wack shit in the game might tempt me Quickly drop non-stop rec shot What I took on the road on the
Me That She Sang And I Say I Gotta House With A Studio, I'm Jus Tryna Do My Thang Baby Video or Audio, Shawty I'm So Smooth I Go Errywhere That Water
place like home Yo there ain't no place like home And I'm itching for the hood when I cross the states I roam On tour getting the crowds going wild
time will tell Let?s take a walk down to the water Let?s go the well You hear that low humming underground Hear the skylark in the dell The wild world is
that you can't see God Plus these rap niggas out here respect the God They know we spit that shit, so they respect our sound They know how hard a motherfucker is and water
Nineteen-seventy somethin', nigga I don't sweat the date My moms is late so I had to plan my escape Out the skins, in this world of fly girls Tanqueray
with my mic, I swin' the Hennessy This is my way of be Had not yet twat when I made my first song What the fucker, I knew that my money is long I fell