Dolemite

Yeah, yeah

Right now we in the place to be

Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch (shit, yo)

Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

Disco ties is the force in these

Punch and Quincy with a decent lease

Bang G Dot in the ride, coke ass life

We don't play with those niggas that's foul and trife

We be on the bitties, sideburns and Chilies

After the jam, you know we meet at the telly

If they telly don't work then we take it to the roof

This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops

Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum Mall

Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse walls

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

So what you gon' tell me? Can't tell me, jack

We been doing this shit way before crack (we gon' take 'em back, yo)

Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets

Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime

Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime

The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine

Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last

Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat

Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas

Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass

Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'

M.c. Rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed

Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap

Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, how I tap

Second round, second lap, in your town, check and trap

Cock the beretta back, where my money at?

Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job

Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

Juvenile life get treated just like scum

Rap artists, they emerge on the surface

Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue

So what you gon' tell me? Can't tell me, jack

We been doing this shit way before crack

Clap your hands, everybody (turn it up, turn in up)

And everybody, clap your hands (yeah, yo Math)

All the ladies, clap your hands (some-some-some-somebody)

All the strong men, take a stand (somebody say, "Oh")

One, two

One, two, three

Speakers so large cops coming to jam

Tell everybody to leave, but we don't eat ham

We keep on jamming 'til we hear that shot

That be making the crowds run from off the block

All my homies still fresh, dipped forever

Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers

Scotty Wotty on the mic

The TVB, Big D in the house and Pewee B

So what you gon' tell me? Can't tell me, jack

We been doing this shit way before crack

Deep in the projects where y'all can't come

So

Clap your hands, everybody

And everybody, clap your hands

All the ladies, clap your hands

All the strong men, take a stand

One, two

One, two, three

Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D

Throw your hands in the air like this and follow me

I skip with the Ali's, Chef along three

To all the ladies in the V.I.p., the Henny free

She butterfly fly, lyrics sting like a killer bee

Right-hand lean

When I grab the mic and proceed to rock the party

Peace to Naughty By Nature

Love to date ya, of course I got a wife

But I'm so undeniably nice, same my shit twice

You deserve it, plus practice makes perfect

Wishing on a star to find your merchant MC

To the sea from tropic to the polar