[Lil Rob] That's right
[Fingazz] Yo
Lil Rob
[Lil Rob] Hey, what's happenin', man
[Fingazz] Hey man, there seems to be a problem on the back dance floor
[Lil Rob] What is it?
[Fingazz] Man, these bitches ain't gettin' freaky enough
[Lil Rob] Is that is?
No problem
Give me 1200cc's of Technique
1150cc's of Nu Mark
[Fingazz] Nu Mark?
[Lil Rob] Yeah, Nu Mark
4 dose of C.B.B. 35
750cc's of GBW and stand back
[Lil Rob {Lil Rob slowed down}]
(Verse 1)
Now that I got your attention
Let me take you into a different dimension
Overhead and that's a good freshin'
Back in time, live and rewind, that's the direction
Book another studio session
So I could perform this old school disection
Look at the park, brought it back
Old school style, hombre, got a lot of that
I've got my {records}
I mix on the {mixer}
I'm scratchin' on my {turntables}
It's bumpin' out the {speakers}
Mirror, mirror, crooked on the wall
Who is the baddest vato of them all
I mean
Who is the one that they always call
To get the party people up off the wall
Up tempo, that's the momentum
Beats made with venom, out to go get 'em
They can't get away, fuck no, we won't let 'em
Why?
But they want to, the way that we sweat 'em
Fuck yeah, homeboy, we just wreck 'em
Streets of the beast, and sweep, and just take 'em
Take microphones and microphone check 'em
Spit the kind of shit that makes them respect 'em
The sharp knife, the crease on the denim
Makin' sure, that you don't forget 'em
Twelve Eighteen, that's the operation
{Hit the dancefloor with no hesitation}
[Fingazz] Yo
Lil Rob
[Lil Rob] Hey, what's happenin', man
[Fingazz] Hey man, there seems to be a problem on the back dance floor
[Lil Rob] What is it?
[Fingazz] Man, these bitches ain't gettin' freaky enough
[Lil Rob] Is that is?
No problem
Give me 1200cc's of Technique
1150cc's of Nu Mark
[Fingazz] Nu Mark?
[Lil Rob] Yeah, Nu Mark
4 dose of C.B.B. 35
750cc's of GBW and stand back
[Lil Rob {Lil Rob slowed down}]
(Verse 1)
Now that I got your attention
Let me take you into a different dimension
Overhead and that's a good freshin'
Back in time, live and rewind, that's the direction
Book another studio session
So I could perform this old school disection
Look at the park, brought it back
Old school style, hombre, got a lot of that
I've got my {records}
I mix on the {mixer}
I'm scratchin' on my {turntables}
It's bumpin' out the {speakers}
Mirror, mirror, crooked on the wall
Who is the baddest vato of them all
I mean
Who is the one that they always call
To get the party people up off the wall
Up tempo, that's the momentum
Beats made with venom, out to go get 'em
They can't get away, fuck no, we won't let 'em
Why?
But they want to, the way that we sweat 'em
Fuck yeah, homeboy, we just wreck 'em
Streets of the beast, and sweep, and just take 'em
Take microphones and microphone check 'em
Spit the kind of shit that makes them respect 'em
The sharp knife, the crease on the denim
Makin' sure, that you don't forget 'em
Twelve Eighteen, that's the operation
{Hit the dancefloor with no hesitation}
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