I'm pimpin' you never seen my thural side The girls, the girls they love me (Love me) You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E (Doug E) I step
ice that we rock is all nice Why? them girls that we know is all tight [Verse 1] Let's go, its the one and only rom me oh I got more dough than cookie
it? With slavery, lynching and them drugs infiltrated I?m like that dawg Chuckie, baby Keep comin? back to live, love life like I'm crazy Keep it movin?, risin? to the top Doug
Mr. Magic Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL raisin', hell but, that didn't last Eric B. and Rakim was the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show with
Chorus] - 2X Markie Fresh, The Mack of Rap, now the Fat Boys are back X-Clan, ZOOM, pro black, Mr. Bozack Where the hoes at, I' ma go back Before we
best side Y'all don't know how we puts it down Trick ass motherfuckers Let's make it happen, nigga, fuck rappin', I'm bellin' With three time felons, nigga, who you tellin'? Doug
hang tight getting fucked up on gang night Used to be gang fights now we gotta try to relax with the srap even we sent deebo back to back to back We
I don't know what perpetrating about Got big guns dog one pop and you out Love women that suck and keep the nut in they mouth While I lean back gee
thural side (uh). The girls, the girls they love me (love me). You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E. (Doug E.) I step in the spot, these cats
Last place niggas minor threats Stay on the move till it's time to rest Aint it bugged? So take it back to the time Rickle's with Doug I used to fiend
said, "Forget Benny Hill, nigga, let's MC" Twelve years old, rhymin' in the backroom For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug
flavor Got Khan? Fillmore's number one sign Steak, potatoes, garlic bread and some prawns! [Chorus: Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)] (YEEEAAH) San Francisco baby Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back
the troops Most of all, takin care of Ma Dukes Then all of a sudden things started to change And many old friends started actin strange Behind my back
... Doug Fresh beat box like rhaaa and you know that kane spit like... and that's the reason game spit like... KRS-One spits like... Doug Fresh beat
' done, we controlled by kings and queens The unseen son, the one in the attic Hope the dream don't come true America, she loves you Without us who would back
in the back, get the bank roll Twirk, roll, stop, control Twirk, roll, stop, control Ladies in the front row, touch them toes Fellas in the back, get
Writers: Doug Supernaw/Justin White/Allen Huff They're about to turn the lights out The car just gave out there goes this month's check Seems like everything
it's good I waited til she walked back in Then turned my back into the wind Before I let the tears begin to fall with the rain I made it back in time