[Intro]
Yeah (x8)


Yes y'all
Yes y'all, yes y'all
(x3)

Freak freak, y'all
Freak y'all
Freak y'all, freak y'all
To the beat y'all
Beat y'all, beat y'all
Beat y'all

And
And you don't stop
Don't stop, don't stop
And you don't quit
Don't quit, don't quit
And you don't
And you don't
(x2)

[Verse 1: Black Thought (of The Roots)]
Yo
Black's the real, he the thoroughbred for feel
Park the whip, jump out dressed to kill
Hop the charter flight down to Brazil
Ran right into Will, "What up Black?" ("What's the deal?")
A cape with a cane, you what'a'name
I got a little bit of change, but I'm feeling the same
Came here for a taste of the finer things
Cause the girls look like different months in a magazine
Judging on how fast the word go, they probably already know we here with Sergio
So, let's get a few classy girls yo
And sip a little wine, anything but Merlot, though
Live and let learn, use protec-churn
And twist a little sutt'a'last, Katherine Hepburn
Fresh to death, still makin them heads turn
Still getting mine, but you gots to get yer'n
Yo
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