(All) Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens (Motown) We getting shit started If you every hear us say Magnet-net-net
(Jay Dee) It's going down like that range rover When ladies see you they get the love hang over Day or a night if you wanna stay over You better have the will to bend over and take...
(Baatin) Off your clothes in time.. Conqueror, come back to give some of that old Pictual, actual, factual; Let Mac'll bring you the raw With gigantic flow that my people come to love
(T3) Azurite, get down with it Can't fathom these brothers fantastic Uh, I heard cry when I dip that ass in some plastic How could you master, you deal with rappin' bastards Because you asked us if we could bring you fashions Fascists , because we turn this rap shit into something tragic I didn't wanna have to put you in some action Uh, I know you asked but did you really wanna have it? See, I cause havoc like a loaded automatic...
(Jay Dee) Blow!! How do you like me now nigga, you know my style say WORD I'm from the city where we know for slayin' pounds of herb Getting dough is a must, and it's the money making its Yo, the never faking its creating shit that's taking your hoe After the show you know I step up in the place...
(Baatin) ...when I step up in the place Mind Is not strong enough, to hold me back, The tools you lack, the skills you deal, Lyrics to kill, cars to deal, Cops to peel, image too real!
(All) Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it... Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it...
(Jay Dee) Back again from the bank baby, common my chain Chains for most of these cats probably cop my rings Quick, fast, and always got a way to get cash Whiplash is what you get when you mashing the gas If you ask, you might catch me...
(T3) ...You might catch me on my rental Won't catch me in tinted windows Might catch me ??? Or various instrumentals and yo... Got a whole crew and my crew is monumental and yo... You need to lo and behold these innuendos
(Baatin) Its just the fine talk Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxe-d My rhyme is universal like a elastic-uh I hope you feel me like you feel your past-or
(Jay Dee) ...What do you ??? And you so used to bab-bl-ing ??? Cause we mas-tered this rap shit Pockets get madder cause its hitting so imma-culate You like the way it goes down when S attacks-it It will get tragic when the S is on the mission...
(T3) ...The S is on a mission again So listen! Relax, take a seat in the place Its livin! Living up to expectations and still Rippin! With rhymes and filling the chrome Dippin! Cruising the neighborhood is just local Pimpin!
(Baatin) As for my memory, we were meant to be. I am the soul Melchizedk, from the D Role of the world, ever see, who got the Key Its gonna take a master, yo, yo, the S, S
(All) Where we come from is a place we call Conant Gardens Motown, we getting shit started We don't stop, we don't quit... We just do it, do it, do it, do it do it, Come on, come on, come on, come on, Yo, yo, yo...
(James Brown sample) (I don't know) Yo, yo, yo Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You, you, you
[Jay Dee] Could ask my man, T(3) I aint the, (one) To be, played like a nigga that you use to play for money and No time for acting, (funky), with me You best believe that you won't, (do it)
[T3] I'm influenced to like uh, (you know) And then I pick up the phone shit, (I dont know) She walks by casual says my loot is usual Battin says it's him (too)
[Baatin] To all my ladies in the place I mean your whole crew is like (yeah) You know the S is my crew we rule, (what man you know) We got a whole flock of niggas with glocks (you know) But I dont know why I'm fucking with you
Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You you
[Jay Dee] It's like, you know you scandalous as hell Yeah I can tell, from your nails to the Chanel Say (what)ever you doin you doin it well You jockin my man R.L. (too)
[T3] Wait see you Shouldn't do the things you do But you constantly do (your bad self) Also you, love to, (eh, eh) See I'ma get wit you so we can (uh)
[Baatin] And if you don't know, your shit is crucial To all my people in the place if you need to know I (Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man) Do my shit on the dance floor And if you need to call me (you know) My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88
(All) You know...if you make moves some people will envy Say what's (what‘s) up with this jealousy
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (one more time ya‘ll) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (yes...yes...yes) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
(T3) Yes ya'll (ya‘ll) I love it when you hate Now lets calculate, take it straight to straight Take it, to your face or wherever you lay Oh you say “You fake'? And won't take shit to your face See in the first place, you made a crucial mistake My crew congregates just to aggravate With plots to infiltrate and abbreviate And if you think we out, shit we got rhythm for days Take it to another phase with an extra stage Havin' you feelin' the blaze of NWA And if they ask you “Who you doin'? tell ‘em “that nigga Tres'? Yeah damn right I'm great, like the porno tapes An ??? For ladies and collecting papes To these jealous niggas let the ??? Made ??? Your man ain't got time for the fake To those “J"? niggas need to put ‘em away
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
(Baatin) Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore* Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh) I call him Jack Trippin' Over (Uh-huh) Who call himself passin' over tryin to provoke The High Priest got you in my step-era Impious niggas I don't trust Started when emcees when the accurate- Rackin' a nigga, step back causin' a crush I'm good in this game, my mind left you in the dust Check my mic when I bust you got tossed Lost you to cry, the jealous niggas wanna floss I'm all in your face, grippin my nuts, nigga what, nigga what
Uh-huh what's up with this jealousy
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Come on) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (One more time) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
(Jay Dee) ...Jealousy make you say what the fu-... This goes out to my niggas that's talking the shit Same niggas that be dubbing tapes and walking and shit No life, having like a nigga that's stalking a bitch No joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up Hardcore, fuck rap, ??? Nigga what Hardcore, pimp smacking from acting like WHAT Good shit, like the 55 in the back of a bus Hot shit, SV yours whackin the fun Don't get jealous cause the S is stacking ‘em up Say (what, what) say
(Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy
[Jay Dee] You ain't gotta play hard to get I know you, I know you like the art of sex I'm puttin' down my plan like a architect It's for you (and huh!) we can all get wet I got alot of nerve talking this to you right I'm straight up, and this should make sense to you Girl you ain't gotta front don't be actin' dumb And if you got the goods, then I want some No time to get down this ain't no la di da But I ain't never fucked wit' a menage a trois It's three like the stripes on the a-di-das Gettin' live like we at the mardi gras We gettin' live like we at the mardi gras Three is the magic number ask my part-i-ner I be servin' that ass like a bar-ten-der I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya I'm only too bold to be watchin' ya
Chorus I want you right here in the world Bein' wit' you all alone It's like a dream's come true
[T3] See these things get sold I'm caught up in ya game I'm kinda tango Maybe it's the way you sed---huuuu on the down-low Sayin' things to me that one T3 would only know I wanna tell you though that these things seem to mean Situations keep you from point A to B I certainly put a counsel on our mistakes I got a mission on two girls on a hot beach Everythings to reach and ain't nobody stoppin' me It just relax me 'cause they know I gotta plan for each Hhhhyeah every last know I gotta plan for each Ya know I, ya know I gotta plan for each
Chorus
[Baatin] Thought you knew Baatin was prelickormiss Which one of you queens is comin' to get with this Already got one holdin' my arm in this But I need a couple to add to my list Take a position in my world of compassion Satisfaction, ecstacy Callin' you callin' me I know you yearnin' for sexual longevity My name is Baatin Rasual Rasii Tantric master, sex, two or three Ecstacy, callin' you callin' me I know your hubby ain't givin' you no action Well for one he's too damn masculine He need to relax, and take some lessons on givin' you climax
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on
Tell me if you just want to get closer Ya got the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that My sensual intensity captivates Ya gotta know ya body extractuates Juice Ectasy is what I produce Sweetie my virtues are never ever looser I'm not the average Joe Schmo ya used to This Jones and ma homes gonna hurt ya Unless ya ready for the lecture Tell me if you just want to get closer I wrote the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that Never ever bein ..... sweat Ya'll never climax (echo)
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Yeah, say what you feel, feel what you say Don't hold back, just feel that way Take the time and the time it takes Baby you can justify ya aint got the time to waste Speak up, Speak up its not the time to play You know I, I want ya in a special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) Ya know we need to make it happen like yesterday Ya know, get it up and runnin like flow joe We can kick it like they do up in the dodjo And oh, if you aint ready this can go slow But yo, if ya with it ya can let me know so
Tell me if you want some and you can just (OOOOOOOH)
See ya sexy girl and also quite confident You could sell goods and probably market it Yo wots up with seven inches can I pocket it? I wanna get ... ? ... s'your perogative I bet ya need a lot to gets monotomous Spittin' more games than an evangelist Girl you know ya scandelous I'm tryin to get a one on one monogamous Lets look into it like an analyist I'm thinkin bout (?) can u handle this Take you back to the room with just a little touch Touchin the zone thats erogenous But thats enough we're really tryin to chill what up? Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what? Whats up? We can chill or what. Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what?
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Come on baby (repeated until fade)
[Busta Rhymes] Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Busta Rhymes, Slum Village Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out y'all We gone' bounce around like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah Yo
First class Full blast Smash Everything, women wiggle that ass All my niggas analyse the color contrast Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass Hocus...Pocus...Focus Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis Slum Village hot shit and you know this Now at dates we talk funny and floss money Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max Spendin my wax I'm Feelin' one time Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time Regulate chickens I always come and take mine
Hook 1 (x2) {Do It} What It's All About {Stop} What it's all about
[Jay-Dee] It's on now We Worldwide Yo crew what up Yo I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it} Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It} Detroit the Metropolis Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit SV stay on top of this If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep} It's all real You know I ain't no approxamist Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis Get it Who you die for Get it The proper shit SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this
Hook 2 Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee {What it all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about}
[T3] Yo Live on wax With the extra raps See the S been doin' this shit since way back Say that, when it comes to rap We got a nack for that And for that we brag And so we rap For this lucretive stack Grippin the phat Caddilic With the diamond back If you was to ask me where it's at Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats On a real Real Detroit rap Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that That's word up
Hook 1 (x2)
[Baatin] We smack niggas Cause niggas don't give a fuck Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth Show these niggas how you get your money's worth I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1 All around the world gave these suckers the runs Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit Come on everybody let me see you get down Come on everybody go to town
Hook 1 (x2)
[Busta Rhymes: Outro] ...Makin' you bounce My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce Niggas in the world, makin you bounce All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce Yo,yo Yo we makin' you bounce Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Just rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Don't make no sense You ain't gotta grab the microphone to pay your rent It's too many, so-called MC's rappin Put your shit down, you can't make it happen Continue, to do what you do So my crew can bring out the cool in you and you Don't front on the S my man What you do is thank God for the dammmmmn Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... The S.V. clique, yeah we it Turn around and say what? And to rhyme against How dare when you front so {nigga} tell me what time it is It's time to stop the whack rhymin and stop grabbin your {penis} This is for the {niggaz} who get freaky with it Cause it can get hectic, hectic It get to the S.V. clique, rhymin's a fair connect Soldier just move it, keep movin it Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... This is the moment that you all been waitin fo' The S is the {shit} c'mon, y'know This is for the whack {niggaz} who don't know That my crew is definitely the solid rock Don't make a, young {nigga} pull out a glock Cause my glock is my microphone I had to put it down sometimes, what a {nigga} gotta do To convince the masses this is the dopest crew So when you criticize, you better make sure Two thumbs is up, {nigga} what~?! I think you oughta Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, see forth and back back back
Yeah rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
Rawwwwk to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back...
