[Intro]
Sho nuff with the funky ba** in your face
New York City have mercy, have mercy one time
Introducing the crew...
[Verse 1: Fashion]
Hey, you ain't really you and you ain't really down
Plus I'm tired of seeing your f**ing phony face around
Cause when I sit back and think back on how you flam me
It make me react and be at my f**ing jammy
Now I don't co*k, though my mind's in the sewer
I just kick back with six-packs and then I do her
But she gets stuck on clawing like a cat
And cause them toes got s**ed on she don't know how to act
Back in the days, I.S. 237
Used to run with Kevin, bagging hoes was like heaven
Eleven years later I try to hide
And hope they pa** me by like I'm the the Pharcyde
Just let me puff and lounge with my n***as
Don't have no time to fake funk with triggers
Don't believe in kids with that puss cat scent
f** around with Fash and get your whole sh** bent
Spent crazy years with the Blues paying dues
Before I met the Psychos and the Junkyard Jules
But now the crew combined and we can't be stopped
Going round the globe to collect our props
[Hook]
When I'm in New York, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Come on, out in Cali, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
When I'm down in Detroit, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Now when I'm out in Philly, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
[Verse 2: Psycho Les]
I get stoned every day I got nothing else to do
I'm getting drunk with my n***as til the night is through
And when the night is through I won't have a f**ing clue
Of what tomorrow will bring so I maintain (true)
Yo life's kind of funny
If you don't make money then your days ain't f**ing sunny
Excuse me for my language but I'm trying to get my land stitched
Together, and build a crib for me and my damn b**h, I never
Had it like I deserve to have it
I whip it, I stab it, I grip it, I grab it
You silly rabbit, I'm coming at you pure
Tracks by the stacks, video and brochure
I'm sure, unlike others wanna pop
You's a piss drop, talking that sh** you need to stop
Cause when I approach and you can't back up what you said
(Toma!) Fly you f**ing head like that
[Hook]
Now when I'm in Atlanta, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Texas, uhh, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
When I'm out in Chicago, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Out in DC, you know what I wanna hear
[Verse 3: JuJu]
Real n***as do real things and that's a fact
And real n***as could leave big holes in n***a's backs
And your life sounds like a heavy price to pay
For some bullsh** that you ain't even had to say
But don't sweat that, cause I'mma let you keep your head
If I wanted you k**ed, you'd already be dead
I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
Taking care of business yeah without no doubt
And I'mma make a million dollars kid before I'm out
Yeah I gotta give a shout to my peeps in Corona
Going hand to hand getting loot on the corner
Life is full of stress and it wrecks my brain
So I puff the buddha bless and destroy the pain
I got a lot of things to do, a lot of money to make
I got no time for you and all the moves you fake
[Hook]
When I'm in Japan, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
When I'm out in London, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
Hey when I'm in Norway, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)
And when I'm out in Paris, you know what I wanna hear
(Yeah you get props over here)