Priority Records - Fo Sho Shot lyrics

[Verse One] [Ced Twice] We meet at Stix house by six and then be out by eight Trunkate the track, get the bar to bounce straight Then we gots to gizzo Back to the crizzo Bambino forgot the big fat sacks of indo Five young ballin', playa type fellas The record stores sell us The bomb is what they tell us We are Rhymes up to par, sho nuff it's on deck Straight from L.A. and ain't claimin' no set I'm here to make the people groove Let the hoes choose Drink a couple 22's Roll through the crowd Hear my name, loud I'm lyrically endowed So let me think of something else to say I'm not LL but I can roll a Cool J Then pull and pa**, to Stix, to Stones To Stenge, to Bam, then back to me again I got to keep it rollin' No time for the tricks The rap game is my lick I'm comin' up on hits 18 years of age Honeys come in rage Rampage Throwin' panties upon the stage Yeah, and I like it a lot It's the 1994 fo sho shot Fo sho. Yeah Fo sho. Yeah [Verse Two] [Stenge] Well when we first started off it was all just for fun But five n***as came together like Voltron So I'm the left leg just kickin' Got a gang of lyrics off the end no need for pickin' Stickin', rhymes in and out just like a penis So on Anotha Level so tell me have you seen this? Cause I'm the upscale, high cla**, pay well, lay well Funky individual Rap styles original Since a young fella Hangin' with the Mella Loungin' with the Leva No you're neva neva neva neva neva gonna get it Don't act astonished, you're not as Great as the five comin' straight from the city of angels Check the nasal Don't get too close though, it might just daze ya And oh Leave your panties at the do' In the 1-9-9-4 fo sho Fo sho Fo sho [Verse Three] [Bambino] Well it's the youngsta, amongst the Level, the pack With fat buddah sacks and freestyles that phat The smooth macadamian Can't no hoe play me and Remember when Stix and Stones was Mike and Damien Ced and Stenge, let's roll up on some skins On the scale, yeah I bail with the crew that can't fail Tell a friend They'll all come in We'll meet at ten O'clock (To do what?) Well, what not is the question Ya askin' the adolescent With styles I'm finessin' Fools guessin', second Now that I'm wreckin' We got the nick nack, not patty wack We play the opposite Props I get, hoes I get, my flow I pick to even this And like Citrus Hill I got juice Never tied down cause I always come loose So if you can't find me Then hit me on my box, it's the 1994 fo sho shot Fo sho It's fo sho Fo sho 199 fo sho