Midnight rush with a pen in my hand Inkin Lincoln, sand-script with a fan Remembering me before it began Sometimes I felt so def in the jam 'Cause the
ya, bring friends, wontcha? I'm from the '80s, N.Y.C., 5 percent of culture Breeze through with that old school blue [Incomprehensible] Wrist glowin', ho-in', fly
then (Is this the end?) Just can't let go (Is this the end?) I, just, don't, know Wish it would've happened then Did I just hear a tight jam How it'
with it all boo but never say gimme We can, pop yellow bottles push whips in all models Vroom vroom on the Calisport instead of Gucci goggles I'm a fly
grab her..... Tape recorder turn up the bass No time to waste just dog the place R-R-R-Rocket like a missile in space Evil E keeps his 1200s in an anvil case We fly
Ya heard the Ice was rockin', ticket sales were high Bought some fresh Adidas so you could look fly Broke out from your crib rushin' to get here Tripped
don't need a pipe Just a tempo to keep your hype Groovin' like I see you doin' Some stupid crack would just ruin Your natural high,why? that ain't fly
on the run Street giant defiant to the laws That the white man made, nigga, that's why we play, nigga AKA the street hustler from the Westside Too damn fly
pass, lick stick tied on the right tit My hopes of gettin' licked, grab that ass and then hit Hit, hard movin' wall security will be knockin' While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam
hope this something that you never forget Tie that freak outside next time you come in a set Because my jams be crazt packed with all fly ladies I'm
're just new, kid, you got a hit out In interviews you talk a lotta shit out You got paid, you really made out You went broke when your one jam played
get busy, dog the dance floor Make the guys get dizzy (Make it funky) Totally def as Evil E guts the records and the beat is kept (Make it funky) Stupid fly
, your love He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in a rubber band Just left Money Gram in the Lemon Lam Hot damn, make me scream like summer jam
jets mothafucka Yo, we live a luxury life Don P., pearl white Harley Davis bike Nigga, mansion on sight Do the five mikes Take the five mikes Jam the
attack What's been done-done need no more say that's that Hey, never find me in the club laid back I wanna jump to this jam until we see the sun So,
got paid They playin' my jam They playin' my jam They playin' my jam They playin' my jam They playin' my jam They playin' my jam They playin' my jam They playin' my jam
got them other hoes mad She tell em get glad handle zip lock bags Bad girl I'mma leather whip your ass Have a seat in my detention class Slam like Michael, jam