Now let's start the show out of the cold cold We from the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The and the hoes hoes The Folks and the Stones you ride fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show show, you
Uh, uh and gentlemen the C-O-double-M-O-N Synonym for fresh, truth is the Hardcore since I was next door to 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+ P was No Limit-in Stick a sayin, no gimmick and no Q infinitin old blocks are bendin in Yellin (Fuck Tha Police) Ren and them brief these niggaz 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 who? I don't a openin act
Now let's 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 and the Stones Stones Whoever you fo', we back for some mo' Get back to the show show, you
Let, let, go a festival in hip-hop, we do it non-stop Pop bottles, Chicago niggaz do it in staccato Choppin notes for my homies, fuck a And shoes givin dudes the model Think fast, drive slow, is the throttle Your live show is hollow, kept it local Rappin over vocals, soundin soft as twelve monkeys on stage it's hard to see who's a gorilla You was better as a drug Feel the passion of B-boy ration-al of it is what you say, and half is style Guess it's time for you to stop now It's folks, tell your guys to put the glasses down Masters now, verses the youth like a Catholic priest Performances me stackin the sheets
Now start the show show Step out of the cold We come the 'Go, 'Go To the top of the globe The pimps and the hoes The Folks and the Stones Whoever you ride fo', we for some mo' Get back to the show show, you