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[Scratches] [Intro:] Uhh! Uhh, yeah! Representin' Brooklyn... You know how we do! Uhh! I'm a flow it like this! [Verse:] Introducin' the black bastard from Bedrock; Guaranteed to make your head rock. Tote Glocks! - Drop cops that mistake me for Rodney, Strictly headshots. - I knock the twist out your dreadlocks! Who got the props? Biggie! Who got the Glock? Biggie! But - who is he? You can't get my description! You need a prescription, two doses for the ferocious. Feel the weight when I'm crushin'em! - Bumrushin'em! Stuffin'em! - I put the pressure on 'em, Hon'! - Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ! He's just nice! - He just sliced! Like a ginzu. - Uuh! the way I been flowing niggas be knowin' Who's the motherfucka... Songtexte[Outro: (Radio DJ)] Ahahahahahah! (aahhahhahaha, you're my man, man!) Oooh, shit! I won't do like that, man! (hahahahah!) I won't do like that, man! Tryna style-ful, youkno'msayin'? (okay, that shit's crackin', do your thing!) Understand that! Aus Songtexte Mania