[Intro]
Ayo, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it, ayo, check this out
We coming to you live from that bomb Chocolate City, my man
Where the knotty-headed niggas and the Brick City brigade dwell
And if you don't know, your fool behind better a—
Ayo, yo, you better pass that blunt
Ayo, E, we comin' to you live with the cosmic-type stuff
[Verse 1]
Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peepin' how I get smoked out on the weekends
I swing it to my crew or down to my fam
Schoolin' all those knockers like final exams
'Cause it's that funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
Elements and it's coming through your blocks, can't you smell it, trick?
Wanna copycat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punchlines and skull hats
Huh! Got a little Redman in town
Who's that effin' clown soundin' wack with the frown?
I don't know, man, but you better wonder what I would do
Wild out on this staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup, from the borough
You get hurt up, word up, jammed like pearl
Knock off a blood clot, puff on a rough block
R.I.P. my man, Rockafella, it don't stop
Ayo, yo, yo, yo, you better pass it, ayo, check this out
We coming to you live from that bomb Chocolate City, my man
Where the knotty-headed niggas and the Brick City brigade dwell
And if you don't know, your fool behind better a—
Ayo, yo, you better pass that blunt
Ayo, E, we comin' to you live with the cosmic-type stuff
[Verse 1]
Well, it's that brother coming six billion feet from beneath
And you should be peepin' how I get smoked out on the weekends
I swing it to my crew or down to my fam
Schoolin' all those knockers like final exams
'Cause it's that funkadelic, hit you with the irrelevant
Elements and it's coming through your blocks, can't you smell it, trick?
Wanna copycat my whole format
So you get funk tracks, punchlines and skull hats
Huh! Got a little Redman in town
Who's that effin' clown soundin' wack with the frown?
I don't know, man, but you better wonder what I would do
Wild out on this staff like birds one and two
My crew runs thicker than syrup, from the borough
You get hurt up, word up, jammed like pearl
Knock off a blood clot, puff on a rough block
R.I.P. my man, Rockafella, it don't stop
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