Featuring ras kass
[yogi] yeah...ha...cru...
[mighty ha] mic checka da one the mic check three
[yogi] cru in you baby...
[mighty ha] mic checka da one the mic check three...
[yogi]
Mix it up with the big y.o.
Cominand' from the laf isle with fat funk flow
So yo how you feelinand'? tell me how you feelinand'
Mad drug dealinand' mad caps peelinand'
I do my thing drink a budweiser
And i seen more *bush/busch* than dan anheiser
Twist the caps of you fake john gottis
Watch the pump shottie, make you look like kwame
Cruand's about to drop the dirty understand the cipher
Got nothinand' to lose so iand'm-a do like a lifer
Niggaz couldnand't *catch up/ketchup* with the mustard, disgusted
Drop the shit that gotcha brains dusted, bust it
This is how it flow in the bronx zoo yaand'll
Beef up a step and style with a fall
Nothinand' but the rough, understood?
Got me in double extra large bulletproof witand' the hood
Sittinand' at the bar sippinand' becks
Plus i got the andquot;two turntables and a microphoooooneandquot; on deck
So whoand's next? rugged ras
Flossinand' ice, and drop that soul on dat ass
The ibf got my rhymes ranked cuz they hittinand'
Plus iand'm all around like scott pippen
Here it is, east west, i mean china to mexico
If you love the way itand's goinand' down let me know
Fuck it, harlem knows the ledge
All my bronx niggaz know the wedge, full-fledged
Uptown! plus we got the cali love
Y.o.g., truly yours the breakfast club
[ras kass]
Yo punk...
I was hot as 97 in and'73
D.o.b. my pedigree multiple felonies see
You spit phlegm i spit fumes
Across the ruins of kiosks hoverinand' sand dunes
A miniature man-nume, itand's national lampoonand's alien vacation
Iand'm abductinand' muthafuckinand' rappers to my inner space station
(what?) for sheezy,
When ras kass get to swervinand' off and'gnac, believe me
I hit below the belt
Bustinand' niggaz balls like riddick bowe versus gulotta
Hell yeah iand'm a rida
Ainand't nuttinand' sweetie, cancer causinand' like saccahrin
Action, intoxicated chinky-eyed black men
Anand' nowadays fools forget what they actually named
Besides a loyal cadets and priceless briquettes
Basically, i donand't give a shit how rich ya get
Iand'll have you in the car talkinand' to yourself
Like alanis morisette with turets
(oh wee..thatand's right...) i like sisters with vaginas so...
(can we get freaky toniiiiight...)
Donald trump wouldnand't let you shine his shoes my man
If you pissed off you dyinand' with your dick in your hand
Plus when shit hits the fan, i mean when ras reach the crowd
And verse to verse, switch my aura then rotate earth
And fuck that servinand' emcees and livinand' bummy
Iand'm on some show me the money and still educate the dummies
Chorus
Itand's all about me for you and you for me
And playa if ya do for two we do for three
You think itand's and'bout the cash, the cars and jew-el-ry
We livinand' in the age of the ebonic plague (2x)
[chadio]
You see the words is meshinand' through this lyrical aggression
Punks pop shit we joe pescand'em no question
Cru session, no time for second guessinand'
Frontinand' or fessinand', we full court pressinand'
Testinand', any in our way learn a lesson
Forever in my stetson, chrome plated wesson
We ainand't got no time for excuses and reasons
Bringinand' nuttinand' but butta in all four seasons
Wanna blow my nose when iand'm sneezinand', witand' hundred dollar bills
Foes iand'm squeezinand', breezinand'
Through your nearest town witand' the frown expression
Those bronx streets left a lastinand' impression
Now think about this, imagine cru rhymers
Like this world with no clock beinand' timeless
Pure dope when it come to the oratorical
Stay on the low witand' a dime thatand's adorable
Got the rap shit covered like long johns
Big brother ant taught me how to bear arms
L.a. to d.c. i gets my p.c.
Keeps me a fifth of b.c.
And we gonand' drink to your pass peeps that flashed heat
Never no more, when i pull i blast he
Think you could deal? you crazier than bjork
Belong up on fantasy isle with mr. rourke
