Now let's start the show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones you ride fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show show, you
Uh, uh Ladies and gentlemen the for fresh, truth is the emb-lem Hardcore I was next door to Clem and them Cold as the when fake niggaz was shiverin in they Timberlands, you was played as Bennigans Hot for a minute, now you a "remember him" I been a +Master+ since P was No a sayin, no gimmick and no mimickin Q infinitin down old are bendin in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) like Ren and Pelican brief these on who I be Before the paper and the fame knew Rashid like Dru Ali - many have come but few have been chose to be a MC You sing along wit it, inside you it's wack Young I don't need a openin act
Now start the show show Step out of the cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we for some mo' Get to the show show, you know
Let, let, go It's a festival in hip-hop, we do it Pop your bottles, Chicago niggaz do it in Choppin notes for my homies, a motto And Farragamo shoes dudes the model Think fast, drive slow, is the throttle Your show is hollow, shoulda kept it local Rappin over vocals, soundin as JoJo With twelve on stage it's hard to see who's a gorilla You was as a drug dealer Feel the of this B-boy ration-al of it is what you say, and half is style Guess it's time for you to cashin now over folks, tell your guys to put the glasses down Masters now, verses touch the youth a Catholic priest keep me stackin the sheets
Now start the show show out of the cold cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we back for mo' Get back to the show, you know