featuring Hurricane Gee Paul Hightower

[Keith Murray]

Yo this is Keith Murray and Hurricane G with the bom bom zee

Trey deep takin to the streets

We straight ball hoggin word up

Niggaz know what time it is

Straight up

Straight motherfuckin Def Squad L.O.D.

We can stand in the water and can't get wet

Def Squad always got some fly shit on deck

[Paul Hightower] Gl or ia!!

[Hurricane G]

Hey fun-ny, what's up with that money grip, yeahhh

Get hip to my tune and yo watch me flip

the master, the ultimate funk, freak-er

I'm unique, I got soul out my sneak-er

A dope female, with the fat tail

I never liked college, so yo, fuck Yale!

If you don't know me by now I'm Puerto Rican

(When the track be creepin she be freakin when she speakin!)

The Bad Mamma Jama, still bust the grammar

Fuck the bullshit, let's get legit

Yes me the Hurricane yo I pack skills

So I keep on steppin like I'm doin drills

Hut one, two, charge enlarge

God damn, so don't fuck around with the jam!

Sit back, relax, niggaz and watch me kick it

Don't flex, in my pocketbook I pack a biscuit

I blow your ass out (click click BOOYAKA)

How's that? Now peep the size of my gat

I'm gassed, so motherfuckers kiss my ass

My whole ass; my entire big fat ol' ass!

[Keith Murray]

Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!)

Keith Murray run this motherfucker! (Hell motherfuckin yeah!)

[Paul Hightower] Ke-ii-thhh!!!

[Keith Murray]

The mad matador metaphoric mergers like traffic *car tires squeal*

Not havin it, bashin your style I'm somethin drastic

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