Showing love, with the fucking bass in your face

New York City have mercy one time, introducing the crew

[Fashion]

Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down

Plus I'm tired of seeing you fucking for they face of ground

'Cause when I sit back and think back of how you found me

It make me react react my fucking yammy

Now I don't cock, though my mnd is in the sewer

I just kick back six pack and then I do 'er

But she gets stuck on crowing like a cat

'Cause the toes got sucked on she don't know how to act

Back in the days I am 237, used to rumble Kevin

Backing hoes was like heaven

Eleven, years later I tried to hide

And hoped they pass me by like I'm the pharycyde

Just let me puff and lounge with my niggas

Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers

Don't believe in kids with that puts cat say

Fuck around with Fasion get your whole shit bit

Spend crazy years with the blues pay dues

Before I met the Psycho is in the junk yard juice

But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped

Going around the globe to collect the props

When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear

[Yeah you get props over here]

Com' on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear

[Yeah you get props over here]

When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear

[Yeah you get props over here]

Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear

[Yeah you get props over here]

[Psycho Les]

I get stoned everyday I gots nothing else to do

I'm getting drunk with my niggas `til the night is thru

And when the night is thru, I won't have a fucking clue

Of what tomorrow will bring so I pay ten [true]

Yo life'