Air À Danser (Live From The Royal Festival Hall,United Kingdom,1987 / 2008 Digital Remaster)

Open ya eyes when my body when i try on clothes that fit fit

I'm articulate and particulate on who i let hit hit

And get up in the middle of the center of my tootsie roll

Roll me something to smoke smoke and burn slow slow

Don't keep it a secret, tell all ya folks

See you when i shine, i glow, glow

From the c-h-i-c-a-go, 6-0-6-4-4

And i trust no, nigga that make a mistake for me

Guns ready to blaze and to leave with you

Some of the ones run

I can't control my trigger finger when it pump pump

Stay out the way when i come come

It's guaranteed to bump bump the trunk, uh

And put a hump in ya back

If niggas is askin who's thumpin, it's brat brat

(chorus)

(mystikal)

I keep my bad braids back when puttin the dick on the track

You can turn it down playa, we don't listen to that

The bass dont thump, we spit on crap

That beat ain't tight nigga, that shit ain't fat

Everytime that shit come out, i toss it back and i slap

I be breakin ya back to the rhythm of rap

(?)test it loud for the low frequency, where it's at?(?)

Niggas say, "i love that fuckin shit ya did wit da brat!"

Actin bad with the pad, with the pen, with the paper

Still smoke a nigga under the table

Put the lines in the words and the hooks and the phrases

Instead of puttin out sumthin thats blazin

Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya foot out ya mouth

And ya head out ya ass

And keep ya nose out my buisness

And i mean it, goddammit, cuz i'm fiddinta get mad!

I put em in the trash bag

Twist tie, put em out monday and wednesday

I kick em in they raggely ass

Take money from em and you know i better get some

I know it ain't fair

But i smoke with alligators and i wrestle with bears

Throw ya hands in the air

As high as you can, and leave them bitches there!

(chorus 2x, fade out)