Sheek Louch - Turntables & a Mic lyrics

Aiyyo Spider, this what it's missing huh? Walk with a diddy-bop, arm out the hard-top Leaning like the eighties, Bs on the Mercedes Piff lit, yelling out some sh** to the ladies Chrome three-eighty, too small to go on my hip So I just keep it right next to my grip I'm a B-Boy standing in my B-Boy stance But I don't breakdance ever since 'One More Chance' I'm a fly muh'f**er, I do it +BIG+ like that Bed'-Stuy' muh'f**er M.O.P. blasting, yeah 'Blucka Blucka' I don't throw it back, I'm just cool like that White tee, white terrycloth, Fila hat You know the goons is here You'd think Flex started the car show a little bit early this year Old Caprices totally gutted Copped it from an old man, when I got it it was totally flooded Now this one chick seen it and totally nutted "Sh-Sh-Sh-Sheek." that's what she stuttered, haha I'm an H-double O-D-L-U-M In the streets but still fly high like Jim I do ten or, and a year and a day like Kim Either way your chances of beating me are slim I'm not him, please take precaution Your boy Sheek pull that baby out like an abortion, let's go Two turntables and a mic, let's go It ain't over till someone fight, let's go Police come and ruin our night, let's go Go hoodlums, go thugs Police thank everyone but men got d** Couple of revolvers, clips and some slugs Sheek watch the news, I know if I'm going for a cruise The stashbox got a fresh fuse Apache on him, break beating, bringing it back Bringing it back, bringing it back, bringing it back Bringing it back, bringing it back, apache on him Now its CDs, no vinyl Sheek go back like the Jeffersons' first +Lionel+ They ask me to spit, I said sure I had to think what the game missing now, straight up raw I ain't no backpacker, I'm a clown smacker A {?} weed-smoking nutcracker I'm in the hood with bottles With two hoodrats that could be models, if they lose some weight But I'm good, a fat a** to me is straight Old Levi's, five-oh-one, wash 'em one time, they done Eff it, I got more in the trunk Next to the Stan Smiths, next to the pump You hear that bump when it's come on, the crowd jump Drinks get spilled, the crowd get crunk I'm back on it, I got straight hood music Either way you put it, it's all good music, let's go