[Verse 1: Romye]
My mama told me one day
That some real good things would happen
If I practice all my dancin' and I practice all my rappin'
Well before she goes to bed at night
My mama would always say that everything would come together
Every dog would have his day, now able on cables table when I freak the funk
I got more tricks up my sleeve than Freddie's got junk
No need to do no Judo or no kicks like Karate
Cause I can get funky like a baby on a bottle
[Verse 2: Imani]
Oh what the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we make some cash and in 93 we make the loot
Because the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One, I wanna just jam with your band
Two, you gotta play it all across the land
Three, the plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street balin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke
I shot in the ass on the downstroke (What!)
My mama told me one day
That some real good things would happen
If I practice all my dancin' and I practice all my rappin'
Well before she goes to bed at night
My mama would always say that everything would come together
Every dog would have his day, now able on cables table when I freak the funk
I got more tricks up my sleeve than Freddie's got junk
No need to do no Judo or no kicks like Karate
Cause I can get funky like a baby on a bottle
[Verse 2: Imani]
Oh what the heck
Niggas just wanna get wrecked to the track
It's brand new and heavy as a Chevy and in fact
The Pharcyde is coming and I hope we're not wack
But at this point there's no turning back
But to be exact, I've got more flavors than a bucket full of fruit
In 92 we make some cash and in 93 we make the loot
Because the vinyl is delicious
I'm the nigga who's ambitious
Michael Ross is the genie he's giving our wishes
One, I wanna just jam with your band
Two, you gotta play it all across the land
Three, the plan is grab the ducats and say fuck it to the critics hey now
I was walkin' down the street balin' to the beat
Phat beats in my head tennis shoes on my feet
Nigga tried to flex but he had to be smoked
So I shot him in the ass on the downstroke
I shot in the ass on the downstroke (What!)
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