I remember the day that you showed your ass
Full-moonin', wolf-nigga transformin'
Burnin' rubber, that get you nowhere fast
You doin' stupid shit so that these whores can swarm in
See, when Baatin say he got yo' back (uh-huh), you better trust
You know you fucked up, tellin' rumors on my crew
But fuck the dumb, you got to estimate (estimate)
Before you tell a lie on the 7-88
88 you told my man to come and get it
And when he did it, you fronted on his ass when you did it
You won't admit it, yet you know you bullshitted
Yet you walk around town like your shit is sweet-scented
And in a minute, niggas intend us to get in it
I recommend this, estimate it
Don't false advertise, there's no need for pretendin'
To be someone you're not when you can't hide you're feeling
Your true feelings, 'cause you can't hide your true feelings
I get the feeling you got devious intentions
Actin' like a Willie when you're just a Sir William
'Cause you're hollow on the inside 'cause you got no fillings
You got to estimate yo' fate, yes, you in touch
You wanna be down, but your crew is all illin'
My city's Motown, my crew is Slum Village
Macknickalous niggas don't give a fuck about image
We bustin' jams on the ceilin'

(We is the-Hhey, it's the we is the
Hey, it's the ah ah)
Don't put your bitch out there like that
If you don't want her out there like that
Don't put your bitch out there like that (hey, it's the we is the)
If you don't want her out there like that (hey, it's the we is the)

Don't put your bitch out there like that (hey, it's the we is the)
If you don't want her out there like that (hey, it's the we is the)

Copyright: SPIRIT TWO SMA
Writer(s): James Yancey, T. Glover