[Chorus 2X: Bizzy Bone]
Hey, what do we say, say, say
+Creepin on Ah Come Up+ baby this is the way that we play
I try to warn ya every day, day
In the belly in the brain
In the belly in the womb while we walkin in the water
Poppa I'ma keep it movin doin everything I gotta keep it
God above the heavens and earth, Heavenly Father Father Father
[Bizzy Bone]
Well it's the baby and I'm tunin in again
How are you doin my friend?
Baby I'm feelin I'm doin so fine, sippin that ghetto wine
Watchin the world spinnnnn
I'ma get you there
Room enough for you to go anywhere
That you wanna, hit them corners
Get that money, stay off the streets, I need to warn ya
That the shit gets hectic, searches for purses
Curses, feelin like you worthless
Time to reveal the real, you know what it is
But baby I do miss my kids
Shit, feelin get it right for you
Day one, two, three - you feelin me troops?
And do what'cha gotta do, let me flip that matrix
Beat that hatred, playa you can say it
While I'm walkin in Eden seemingly
Illustrate wanna kick back
You don't wanna play wit it, tell a nizzle that we play wit it
Uh-uh, don't wanna play wit it
Move when I move, do what'cha gotta do
And I watch that shit, no, gotta move dude
Good vibrations, skip that mansion
Look at that bullshit, still tryna trance 'em
Ya need to romance 'em and lighten a lantern
Duck that green, unless it's patches
The rapper Bizzy Bone sees
Bryon McCane, he sees fathom
No mathematic, automatic, duckin the physical
Let me touch the rhythm so un-hypocritical
Stay little, stay brittle, that's bitter
I'm wit'cha, I'm wit'cha, I'm wit'cha
Hey, what do we say, say, say
+Creepin on Ah Come Up+ baby this is the way that we play
I try to warn ya every day, day
In the belly in the brain
In the belly in the womb while we walkin in the water
Poppa I'ma keep it movin doin everything I gotta keep it
God above the heavens and earth, Heavenly Father Father Father
[Bizzy Bone]
Well it's the baby and I'm tunin in again
How are you doin my friend?
Baby I'm feelin I'm doin so fine, sippin that ghetto wine
Watchin the world spinnnnn
I'ma get you there
Room enough for you to go anywhere
That you wanna, hit them corners
Get that money, stay off the streets, I need to warn ya
That the shit gets hectic, searches for purses
Curses, feelin like you worthless
Time to reveal the real, you know what it is
But baby I do miss my kids
Shit, feelin get it right for you
Day one, two, three - you feelin me troops?
And do what'cha gotta do, let me flip that matrix
Beat that hatred, playa you can say it
While I'm walkin in Eden seemingly
Illustrate wanna kick back
You don't wanna play wit it, tell a nizzle that we play wit it
Uh-uh, don't wanna play wit it
Move when I move, do what'cha gotta do
And I watch that shit, no, gotta move dude
Good vibrations, skip that mansion
Look at that bullshit, still tryna trance 'em
Ya need to romance 'em and lighten a lantern
Duck that green, unless it's patches
The rapper Bizzy Bone sees
Bryon McCane, he sees fathom
No mathematic, automatic, duckin the physical
Let me touch the rhythm so un-hypocritical
Stay little, stay brittle, that's bitter
I'm wit'cha, I'm wit'cha, I'm wit'cha
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