let me clear my throat!
kick it over here baby pop!
and all the fly skimmers..
feel the beet.. mmmm drrrrrrrrop!
coolin up in jersey on a hot summer’s day
it’s me and erick sermon and, keith mur-ray
a lot of beer, a lot of girls, and a lot of cursin
forty-five automatic on my person
yo, got my hand in my pocket and my finger on the trigger
my squad is gettin big, and my squad is gettin bigger
some n-gg-z got style, some n-gg-z got taste
def squad got the sh-t’ll bash you in your face
tote my gun with my n-gg-, tote my n-gg- with my gun
hit a b-tch doggie style, so wild, til she come
well i’m the king of the ave., and i’m the king of the block
don’t like what i’m pumpin? you can suck my c-ck!
well i’m funk doc i got all the fly juice
stankin with my n-gg-z on the block one-deuce
walkin down the block with the fresh fly threads
reggie n-ble got the biggest head
oahhhahh, hoahhahh, hoahhhah, hoee!!!
brick city n-gg-!