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[Verse 1] Alright, east side Big dogs, oh yeah We coming through with this You know what I'm saying On that same vibe Know what I'm saying, I mean When you get to this mic, when you see this microphone You got to see this microphone as you woman Your plate of food, you know what I'm saying Whether it's soul food, West Indian, whatever it may be Be gone Yo, uh, yo Ay ay ay, leaving niggas with nothing to say-ay-ay Go on fay-ay-ay, partners and compadre-ay-ays Menu for today-ay-ay happens to be the emcee-ay-ay With a slice of ham and a sunny side ay-ay-egg I choose a new style to play-ay-ay Me and James Ingram found more than a hundred way-ay-ays Say say say what? Me and my niggas came to parlay-ay-ay You couldn't fuck with us tomorrow or today-ay-ay Lay back, keep it smooth Marvin Gaye-ay-way Shit bangin harder than my ay-ay-A-K spray-ay-ay Never cuss those who player hay-ay-ate Eventually y'all will come around my way-ay-ay Like I said nothing to say-ay-ay You fake niggas stray way like the mind of a child born into K-K-K Ain't a dollar sign out there to match my resume-ay-ay But if you insist, I'll take a mill-ion today-ay-ay-ay-ay Save the other ten for me-ay-ay Stutter stutter rap, bringing it back to slay-ay-ay You niggas who lack orginalitay-ay-ay I'm bringing it back for y'all niggas who lack originalitay-ay-ay Every copy you'll skip I'll sell from here to Pompei-ay-ay My shit remains the bomb diggi-day Remain ill to the saukratizzy way I keep it bangin in your puna-punanay [Chorus] (Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby Keep it bangin in your pun-punan (ay ay ay) When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay Sing it now (Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby Keep it bangin in your pun-punan (ay ay ay) When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay [Verse 2] I was illing and cold chlling on the block and willing To let y'all niggas get away with the trash you spilling But, I ain't going to float and be your life perserver Play the police, turn this art to murder, word up! Would rather stay-ay unheard of to the common observer Who claim they heard of, keep my fans forver learners My plans forever hand to burner Understand you the man, but I'm Truck Turner Watching watching B-E-B-E-T on mute while I write the verse up Try not to curse up, we the big dogs you the first pup Who stuck spitting the illy, yo for really A broke hustler making y'all willie style look silly wild While I kill at will, or be killed by lyrical drill Ain't a competitor that will better the skill for real Now that you know the time do you feel Me enough to put me on you fifty dollar bill? Anyway-ay-ay, back to you puna-punanay We was conversating on how to make your punanny spray-ay-ay Loving your body-ay-ay, my lifelong journey a pet for sexualit-ay-ay For real, give it to me doll and leaving those fake niggas starving For a bargain, my shit's never for free I beg your pardon, leaving them niggas with nothing to say Who keeps it banging in your sugar's pun-punannay [Chorus] (Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby Keep it bangin in your pun-punan (ay ay ay) When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay Sing it now (Ay ay ay) remain the bomb diggy day ay baby Keep it bangin in your pun-punan (ay ay ay) When I die use my funk for your carry carry oh-oh-okay-ay-ay