I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain`t even put, put, put it down
And when I`m flippin` the script and they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em` or chip em` they gon be like-No
Cause when I`m spittin` they sittin` cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
It`s Little Mama voice of the young people
Mouthpiece for the young breeze so slow ya speed..Whoa!
I`m about dat fetty, about that dat dough, about dat flow
After me that`s as far as it goes
Cause Little Mama got whips and chains
The only time you see it bark is at a tear for I`m a walk ya game
Been G`d up since Hawk was lain
So you doubt me you doubt ya brain
Must, must be insane to ever thinkin` that a chick like B could ever, ever see a chick like me
That`s Crazy!
And if you ever thought that it might be
Then you betta step ya J-O-B, Up Baby!
Been crazy since I was a baby!
Now ya girl switch write bars and spit crazy
Let the whole world know I gets crazy!
Wit da music I make it hot
I, I came to put it down
Straight from New York to da A-Town
Haters wanna see me down
I ain`t even put, put, put it down
And when I`m flippin` the script and they gon be like-Oh
And if I skip em` or chip em` they gon be like-No
Cause when I`m spittin` they sittin` cause they already-Know
This Real Music I Make It Hot
Hot, hot my lyrics be popping
Oh how I could just spit it so sloppy
The way that I be rocking they probably think I`m cocky
But they don`t know about me I grab it til I lock it-Down
They pointin` fingaz and chose me cause I`m a hold it-Down
I`m spittin records and bet this you can`t control it-Now
They spinning` records and notice that I`ma hold it-Down
Wit da music I make it pop
Pop, Pop dough school, pro tool,
Get in da booth and I`ma show you how a pro do
Me to you whom
Not even I could stand up when I
Why try look, my eyes don`t lie
I don`t see nobody close as I
I been lookin` through my periphial vision and I
Start to wonder hypnosed is I
Nobody as nice as I remember that I, I, I,