Yeah

Flipmode, y'all, what you talkin' 'bout? (Left)
De La, y'all, what you talkin' 'bout? (Left, right, left)
Whatchu talkin' 'bout?

Yo, you gettin' stomped by the marching band
Keep 'em shook like spray cans (it's so hot)
It's so hot it'll make your face tan (ooh)
Ace ban rap, the place, the wasteland (uh-huh)
Bit, y'all in my mouth, but you taste bland
I feel fake niggas and mince these snake niggas
That hiss but won't bite, false alarm
And if it don't rock wild, we finna to drop a bomb (word up)
Strong grip on a mic like we stretch arm
I been shine, you been warned and been torn
Get smacked for the BS you been on
Storm, bad whether or not you stay scorned
For ten years I've baked shit like hot potato (ooh)
Rhymes still drippin' like stew peas's, you groupies
Need to show I.D. before the bust down
Touched down the God put seven to your Zippo
And drop it on you heavy like a hippo (now you heard that?)

To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all (see y'all)
To all my soldiers on the corner I see y'all (see y'all)
Women doin' what they want to I see y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over I see y'all (see y'all)
I see y'all (see y'all), wouldn't want to be y'all (be y'all)

It's the one and only effect, that you catch from a cassette
Straight wig out the world and girls we straight dig out ya back (ha)
With letters spellin' out my name
All over your marquee 'cause the spark is me
Currently we can be seen across your screen
Starin' wide-eyed 'cause you niggas tryin' to scheme
Welcome to the spot, I'm slang with it
Chopped up and fit it inside your quart of rice
You speak ghetto falsetto on the mic device
Tryin' to give me third degree, you just a third of me (ooh)
Couldn't be the shit if you were a turd of me
A man tight with my funds, crush like Ricky D
Who quoted Vance Wright, no one can serve us
My squad advance heights quite superb
Just kick off your shoes, jump on the jock
It's been a long time comin', this you need to cop

To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all (see y'all)
To all my soldiers on the corner I see y'all (see y'all)
Women doin' what they want to I see y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over I see y'all (see y'all)
I see y'all (see y'all), wouldn't want to be y'all (be y'all)

It goes one (one), two (two), three (three), four (four)
Bounce so much I ricochet up off the floor (floor)
So raw shit the most raw you ever saw
Quarter after four, niggas quick to bust the back door
Baby (huh), open your blouse while I joust another nigga's spouse
Quick Jamaican dick style all in they house
I practice to be the all access, you see the fact is
My mouth dirty, so follow while I display the slackness
Yo, you see my slang talk straight from the slums
When I was young, moms put soap on my tongue and yo, yo
Forever we gettin' this cheddar with the quickness
I'ma cast the spell on these bitches, you can be my eyewitness
Short fuse, nowadays Langston Hughes
We gettin' money with whoever, even the Jews
The way we finagle and gain it must be all in my shoes
Fuck a nigga up with De La like back in the mus'

To all my dawgs all the way in the back, ready to black
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all
Ladies get down, shake yo' ass around, I hope you know that
I see y'all (see y'all), I see y'all (see y'all)
To all my soldiers on the corner I see y'all (see y'all)
Women doin' what they want to I see y'all
To them people gettin' pulled over I see y'all (see y'all)
I see y'all (see y'all), wouldn't want to be y'all (be y'all)

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Charles Miller, Dana Stinson, David J. Jolicoeur, Harold Ray I. Brown, Howard E. Scott, Jerry Goldstein, Kelvin Mercer, Le Roy L. Jordan, Lee Oskar, Morris Dewayne Dickerson, Sylvester Allen, Trevor Smith, Vincent L. Mason