| Uh-oh.. ("DOH!") yeah.. | |
| M.A. .. ("WOO-HOO!") | |
| All my niggaz from the Brook'.. what? | |
| Yeah, yeah ("Doh!") - you ready? | |
| What? Y'all niggaz ain't ready | |
| One-two one-two, one-two one-two | |
| Uhh, y'all niggaz ain't ready | |
| Uhh, check me out yo | |
| Y'all don't wanna hear the shit I got | |
| Kid I got the hot shit - did I stop? | |
| Hell no, gotta stay bent like an elbow | |
| Sell mo' than those other niggaz tryin to blow | |
| I'm dyin to flow, got tricks like I'm buyin a hoe | |
| Fuck around and you dyin a slower death | |
| Move shit from right to left | |
| North to South, nigga put his foot in his mouth | |
| All I need is a place to stand, Ace the man | |
| Bought rims and we laced the van | |
| Kitted it up, fitted it up, made it look good | |
| Swallowed your words now you spittin it up | |
| Bought a crib with a pool in the back {"WOO-HOO!"} | |
| Write a verse and I'm schoolin the wack | |
| Takin it there, you know me like a relative | |
| Like your Auntie, but makin you want me | |
| Flaunt me in your CD like a "Symphony" | |
| How we used to, when we was Juice Crew | |
| Who's who? Don't nobody care no more | |
| Stare no more, get out their chair no more | |
| Scott LaRock ain't here no more | |
| No Biggie, no 'Pac - gotta keep on, don't stop | |
| [Chorus: Masta Ace] | |
| Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) | |
| Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) | |
| With the cash in your hand like half a grand | |
| Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) | |
| Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) | |
| Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) | |
| When you back that up gon' hear me shout | |
| Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| Chain with the piece stoned out | |
| Car chromed out, and then we roamed out | |
| To the club where we zoned out - all night long | |
| It's on, hope a nigga play my song | |
| Cause we come then we go just like the quick cash | |
| Whiplash, niggaz always tryin to flash | |
| Middle of the club, be on the cell phone | |
| Nigga that busy, he need to stay home | |
| I done been a few times here | |
| Plus I met a few dimes here | |
| Show more love than lights in Times Square | |
| Everytime I see one, stop and stare | |
| Copped a beer - a few rums'n'cokes | |
| Nuns and popes pray for us | |
| Every single day for us - tryin to find a way for us | |
| Y'all don't really wanna play wit us, c'mon | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Masta Ace] | |
| Watch.. I'ma turn life to art | |
| Play the part, watch how I climb the chart | |
| Look for the beef and it's bound to start | |
| Little bit of money tear niggaz apart | |
| Figure you're smart, figure you'll spit the game | |
| Get the fame, gold plaque with the frame | |
| Five years later though, shit the same | |
| Niggaz still really don't know your name - look | |
| M.A., behind the wheel | |
| Find a real label then sign a deal | |
| And don't give a damn 'bout the mass appeal | |
| That's the real, the world just has to feel | |
| What I drop, when I drop, can I drop - | |
| - more hot shit, then I cop the blue 5 | |
| And go up to one-two-five, you drive | |
| I just wanna stay alive, a-ight? | |
| [Chorus] | |
| [Chorus: w/ "The Simpsons" samples] | |
| Y'all cats wanna bounce? (Spread it out) ("DOH!") | |
| Or puff like half an ounce? (Spread it out) ("Doh!") | |
| With the cash in your hand like half a grand | |
| Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) ("WOO-HOO!") | |
| Y'all chicks down to play? (Spread it out) | |
| Gotta do what you hear me say (Spread it out) | |
| When you back that up gon' hear me shout | |
| Cause you know what it's all about (Spread it out) | |
| ("Ay carumba!") | |
| [Homer Simpson cackles at the end: "Hee hee hee, hee hee hee hee!"] |
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