Intro: Yogi Aiyo tonight Ain't no more b**hes Ain't no more hoes No freaks, no n***as No gun sligin, right about now Tonight only, yo, we just gonna ride [Chorus x2: Yogi] Loungin' wit my Cru uptown With the drop town down, with the funky sounds Chillin with my peoples, and tomorrow there's gonna be a sequel [Yogi (The Mighty Ha)] Aiyo I like it when the pools, Mark B. representin Beautiful ladies callin out cross pimpin Blastin phone numbers, baggin off to the other Findin out later that's ya man baby mother Sippin henecy, everyone lookin jiggy Buy a bag of smoke, hydro, get the fitty Wanna roller skate, ring style, extra glide Hit it to the bounce, say ride (where we at?) The Cru on the desert, Mecca, Medina (Hum do love) Oh you never heard of Nina Gotta a lotta things he end up doin, baby Nuff to make a nuh, go crazy Take a minute, pause for a group flick Cru and the Gucci don called Mark Pitts And the whole fleet of uptowns Harlem Nights, Bronx Bombers and a bunch of four pounders I like how it feels, I like how it keeps it sureal, for real And yo how I like how I put sh** together (So what's your deal for?) Aiyo I'm down for whateva [Chorus x2] [Chadeeo (The Mighty Ha)] Back of my building, the park green benches Nails bein chewed by the white clean dentures Shh, No kid is him in the ears Warm my lap, a head with no hair Beats freestylin, but all we can talk Rhymin with force, till the jokes get corpsed Tools on my waist, and a frown on my face Just in case the enemy tries to bring a base The kid to be a waste, after a taste Of the hot lid, which is mercury laced In the neighborhood, so far, so good Somebody gotta be up to no good Shots fired on Watson Avenue Where they won't hesitate, shoot me, stabbin you (True) That's aight, every night they be blowin Keep their glock hot while we keep the cash flowin It's another Cru, that's two in the system Thinkin of E and Squirrel, how much is missed 'em But I'mma stay sounded, my peeps is around Cuz of them I keeps my feet on solid ground [Chorus x4]