Dres - We Boys lyrics

[Mr Lawnge] Ahh, sh**! Get ready for the lyrical beat down Go for your gat, n***a, you can catch a smack, clown You think you get props, nope, you're in the wrong biz Because the Sugar Dick Daddy Mr Lawnge is Far from diesel but running sh** like Eagle Beagle I swing fast and kick a** like I was Steven Seagal Sometimes I carry a Glock and other times an eagle And my dick's so damn big that sh** should be illegal Went from a fade to a 'fro to my bald cut I run with real n***as now and the rest are bu*t Your reign is over and you feel it deep within your gut Now is the boogie down Bronx in the house or what? When I strike I strike hard and you won't like that And if I strike out my empire strikes back My n***as who knock you, so I won't dock 'em, yo I run deep as if my name was Jacque Cousteau You're a petty punk, p**y n***a from PC I'll pull your file, I'm buckwild like I'm from DC You wanted a sequel not equal so here it comes Now sit back as we run a train on your eardrums [Chorus] We boys! x3 We like here, yeah [Molecules] If it ain't rough it ain't nothing Big man Cules raise up and then I start thumping A n***a always into something, now back in the days I used to sell the woolie-whoos when I was pumping But now I'm bending mic stands and gripping mics On some physical type of sh**, the type of sh** I like The type of sh** I like is this sh** that my peoples' on Molecules, Cee-Low, Smash, Dres and my n***a Lawnge Now I kick the titles Black Sheep, the Legion Yeah, you b**h a** n***as, we're coming to your precinct I'm from the Bronx, I'm a gangster from the projects Is where I live, peace to AG and Showbiz Bounce around with G, Show, Dres and Lawnge And the seven-thirty-five Is, yeah, we got it going on We grown men, we're not f**ing with toys Like I said before, yo, we boys [Chucky Smash] Down with the Sheep, roll out the black carpet as we spark it One, two, check it out, uh, right on target Aim for the heart, yo, get ill cause we're real (THE LEGION'S IN THE HOUSE!) You know the deal You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't No matter what you want, you better not front Cause I'm the n***a that's chilling, I seem kind of quiet And if you even try it then get ready for a riot One love, one land, how you win? I owe you nothing because I'm down to the end The Bronx is the borough, n***as crazy thorough I'm looking at the Sheep and it's like looking in the mirror Reflection, twenty-four/seven, representing Hardcore connection, now listen, now listen Chucky, I feel lucky, got sh** caught in the smash Peace to Barkley, Pinell and Boombash, aight? Posse with the thickness as we kick this Can I get a witness, down with Showbiz-ness Whatever, take it the way it should be taken Faking backs breaking, but makes no mistake [Chorus] [Cee-Low] Round up, round up, round up, 1,2,3 On the down low it's only C double E L-O, I flow, I flow, I'll let you know When it's time to catch wreck I catch wreck like an old pro You might have seen me in a video, heard it on the radio Rolling with the Sheep, now here we go One of us bigger, the other small, we never fall A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all Family affair, by the Legion I swear To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear One love with the bang, riding with the zootie Watch your cutie cause I rap just like a doobie You know the time and you don't need a watch Just take a view so we can rock it on your block It's shocking and tick-tocking all around with my flock Even if the beat drops me and my crew will never stop You don't know you better just come on and get with it Hanging with my boys and we're kicking it [Dres] With no tricks the fix comes with dope fiend precision I exercise and extinguish an emcee exhibition I explode and expose, extreme my extent I exist to expand, not excess but excellent Strength to be the solo representative for the scene I be the booming bashing, clocking crazy cash yet come from Queens Fly like Marvel, addictive like Genesis And if it was a comic, kid, I'd be your arch-nemesis Blowing up the spot every time that I show up Grow up before you get toe from the flo' up Old skool like elementary, Watson I rocks on, I mocks none and you can't take my spot, son The one hands above all the sh** stains So hit yourself in the a**, b**h, and give yourself some brains Here for the record, for the log, for the scope You can keep your props cause I don't want 'em no mo' You can't k** my flow, now you know, no denying That n***a Dres is def, ah hell, he's d**h-defying No lying, been dummy since I well a fed me goya Yo, I'm just nice like Just Ice rocked Latoya Here to drop a hammer, make you hop to hip grammar Hot damn, I rock a rugged rhyme from the corner of the slammer Black Sheep, fab where fam be Cause I love you and you love me, yeah [Chorus]