(featuring clayvosie debonaire fresh kid ice jt money)
Intro: luke
Awwwwwwwww shit! ha ha yeah! luke records in the motherfuckinand'
House we gonand' freestyle this thing for the 1993 yo yo ....
Clayvosie in the motherfuckinand' house!
Home team in the mother motherfuckinand' house!
J t a money money poi son clan in the motherfuckinand' house!
*aak!* fresh kid ice in the motherfuckinand' house!
Fre sh kid ice in the motherfuckinand', house,
*ak!*, clay-vo-sie, just get on the mike and do what ya like!
Verse 1: clayvosie
and'vosie gettinand' busy in motherfuckinand' and'93
Freakinand' all the hoes and gettinand' plenty pussy
So when it comes to hoes you call me mr. peepinand' tom
When youand're home alone you might wanna gimme some
Then here i go creepinand' in your window
Bend that ass over and iand'ma fuck you like a dirty hoe
You know iand'm pimpinand' all hoes in the and'90s
The only place i want a bitch to stand is behind me
and'cause iand'm cool like that, with my big-ass gat,
And my sawed-off pump in the back
For any nigga with beef in their fuckinand' teeth,
Wanna be like a player but you canand't compete
So i be fuckinand' hoes, and fuckinand' up niggas
And still gettinand' paid, so watch me get bigger
Brand new, on the scene with my nigga luke
andgt;from the bottom, niggas, so what you wanna do?
Chorus(4x):
[andquot;letand's take it to the stage, sucka!andquot;]
Verse 2: fresh kid ice
Out of chinatown, bitches on the dick
And iand'm just rappinand' to a kid ice flick
From a plate of rice to a pot of gumbo
Iand'll eat ya ass up and'cause itand's time to rumble
and'cause your bitch is on the dick and'cause of who i am
The fresh kid ice, the chinaman
Cominand' from the bottom, straight to the top
Cominand' clean and housinand' your spot
Hoes, they love me and'cause they say iand'm crazy
Since iand'm runninand' and'round town, pluckinand' them daisies
Whip ya whole ass when i fuck her
and'cause iand'd rather a bitch whoand'll kneel down and pucker
Luke put me down, and i come off
Since i fucked your hoe, iand'ma piss you off
Fuck with chinaman, and you die
When my black bag openand', gunshots run wild!
Chorus
Verse 3: debonaire
Well hey yo, iand'm catchinand' wreck
Chillinand' by the projects, money got the high-techs
Goinand' till the break oand'dawn, never see bed
Get red when i said, got gats plus the (???)
Flip-time, better parlay in front oand' me
Iand'm goinand' out and showinand' out shots from the uzi
Once again iand'm here to buck the fate talk game
Magazines get picked like shirt to bloodstains
Iand'ma serve heat to the chumps who forget theyself
Iand'm steppinand' back from the crowd and then itand's on
I got the hand-skills for the county kid big man
So, money-grip, better chill with the ill
Itand's the beatstreet, not the same jay (?)
Home team boogie down in the house and itand's on
And ya donand't stop, punk crews canand't top this
Bad landand's in the house (?) iand'm out to rock it, beatstreet!
Chorus
Interval: luke
Yo, it ainand't nothinand' but a liland' freestyle thing to do! home team boogie in
The house, clayvosie, clayvosie, fresh kid ice, twice as nice, yo, check
This out - mike fresh on the beats, eddie mixand' on the mix, yours truly,
Just swervinand' and curvinand' this thing. yo, jt money - tell these niggas
and'bout some of that rufftown behavior!
Verse 4: jt money
Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga tired of waitinand'
Pass the mic like marino, iand'll catch it like mark clayton
Yeah, itand's that nigga,
Jt in effect, and my dickand's gotten a liland' bigger
So iand'm talkinand' more shit in the nine-tre
Fuck the police, and'cause motherfuckinand' crime pays
Peace to them hoes that suck dick
If you donand't, go get hit by a truck, bitch!
I kicks the raw shit, not the flaw shit
Pull out my 4-5th, niggas hit the floor quick
Peace to ram and my main man u-y
If i could sing i would shooby-dooby-doo
While i might be rippinand', nobody else is rippinand'
Peace to the homies, fuck them niggas that be trippinand'
Poison clan niggas in the house, donand't fuck around
Peace! iand'm out, cominand' from rufftown, nigga!
Chorus
