[Intro]
Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME!
[Fredro Starr]
Balheadz and gunz BLOAW!
Do you wanna run say: "Aaah!" (Aaah!)
Wich way did he go? You don't know
You move too slow, boy you BLOW
My style flows on you right here
Where my Queens niggaz? (RIGHT HERE!)
Is you out there? (YEAH!...YEAH!)
[Sonsee]
Just watch us walk this hit, and get ILL
We won't gall, til we hear fifty bill
So grab a hoe, get a grib, it's time to shake it up
Rappers and routines, that make bricks
[Sticky Fingaz]
And you couldn't make me forget about, where I came frome
And even if I left...SNOW, I still be a hoodlum
Cuz good dayz come to those WHO TAKE 'EM
And I'm fed up, if there was so much things outta ya
I gotta screeaam! (Aaah!) To let it all
It's frustration and it's filled up inside a me!
[Chorus]
Come on and scream (AAH!)
And shout (OOH!), just let it all out (YEAH!)
(4x)
[Sonsee]
These M.C.'s shoulda rehearse
They keep comin' around like auto-reverse
But then I shift THE WORST!
We THE WORST, and then they heard
But first da cut-- Then I bust they verse to quince(?) my fears
[Sticky Fingaz]
I've had mad money, but I spend it, now I'm broke
So I'm searching for somebody to put in a choke hold
And I can wet to wrap my bay hands around they neck
And SQUEEZE until I fuckin' strangle 'em to death
[Sonsee]
Yo, you smell that?
[Fredro Starr]
Yeah, that's me, I'm the shit
I'm in affect like Woodtex
A newer Tec from out da click
Because my rhyme again, pass me my Heineken
WHERE'S THE WEED I NEED? It is my vitamin, so light it Lincoln (HAH!)
Reach for the sky, you move too far, you won't get by, you gotta jar
This style is a gimmick and you know that you can't be, what we be
We AFFICIAL NAST!
[Chorus]
[Fredro Starr]
WheWriter(s): Johnny Mercer/Doris Tauber
Drinking again,
And thinking of when you loved me
I'm having a few
And wishing that you were here.
Making the rounds...
Accepting a round from a strangers
Being a fool
Just hoping that you'll appear.
Sure, I can borrow a smoke
Maybe tell some joker a bad joke
But nobody laughs,
They don't laugh at a broken heart.
Oh, yeah, I'm drinking again
It's always that same old story
After the kicks
There's little old mixed-up me
Tryin' to lose, a dream that used to be.