Intro:

Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?

Try to play me close and get loose

Try to play me close and get loose

(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)

Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!

Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

Verse One: Fashion

Damn my ears are burning hot

I think I got fakin the funk

Motherfucks up in my spot

They know I'm gonna blow

So they press up on

The crew like gets dissed

Like a fool when I'm gone

SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,

CLOSE MY DOOR!

I gotta whisper cause I got

Some fuckin' ears on my floor

They're tryin' to catch on

To see who I'm givin' the hoot

There it is square biz

Don't say my kids

[Psycho Les]

All these phony motherfuckers wanna shake my hand

And behind my back talk shit to the next man

Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!

Your shit is wack!

[Fashion]

Yeah, you better keep it subliminal

Cause I don't play, some say

My style's type criminal

And we can get down, yo for real

Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!

Chorus: repeat 4X

[P. Les] Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!

[Fashion]Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers!

Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fashion

You see me and I see you

But you still want to act like

You don't see me, cool

Years ago an A&R dissed

Our fuckin' demos and said

That shit was scarred

BITCH, YOU BIG-TIME BITCH YOUR FOAMIN'

YOUR LABEL'S SHIT AND YOU'LL REGRET IT IN A MOM