Dolemite (feat. Cappadonna, U-God & Masta Killa)

Yeah, yeah
Right now we in the place to be
Yeah, time to have some fun in this bitch (shit, yo)
Ayo, deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Disco ties is the force in these
Punch and Quincy with a decent lease
Bang G Dot in the ride, coke ass life
We don't play with those niggas that's foul and trife
We be on the bitties, sideburns and Chilies
After the jam, you know we meet at the telly
If they telly don't work then we take it to the roof
This is way, way back when we was wearing the troops
Eyes cosmicized, Colosseum Mall
Gucci all on it, them Mickey Mouse walls
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gon' tell me? Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit way before crack (we gon' take 'em back, yo)
Hit, hit new release, guaranteed to hit the streets
Rhyme, rhyme all the time, never ever drop a dime
Stop, stop doin' crime, still rockin' in my prime
The way that I throw the shine, up your back, down your spine
Bad, bad, super bad, always first, never last
Swift, swift, swifter blast, hit 'em with the iron bat
Throw 'em in a body cast, sweat burnin' in the gas
Set fire to your ass, smoke a spliff of grass
Ball playin' girl lane, on the mic I'm rhyme sprayin'
M.c. Rock viciously, satisfaction guaranteed
Or you get your money back, leave your girl, that's a wrap
Hit spike like a bat, heel toe, how I tap
Second round, second lap, in your town, check and trap
Cock the beretta back, where my money at?
Smack off your funny hat, always got the street the job
Lay up in the honey hive, eggs on the sunny side
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
Juvenile life get treated just like scum
Rap artists, they emerge on the surface
Thus they be gifted with the architect tongue
So what you gon' tell me? Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit way before crack
Clap your hands, everybody (turn it up, turn in up)
And everybody, clap your hands (yeah, yo Math)
All the ladies, clap your hands (some-some-some-somebody)
All the strong men, take a stand (somebody say, "Oh")
One, two
One, two, three
Speakers so large cops coming to jam
Tell everybody to leave, but we don't eat ham
We keep on jamming 'til we hear that shot
That be making the crowds run from off the block
All my homies still fresh, dipped forever
Louis Vuitton shit, silks and mad leathers
Scotty Wotty on the mic
The TVB, Big D in the house and Pewee B
So what you gon' tell me? Can't tell me, jack
We been doing this shit way before crack
Deep in the projects where y'all can't come
So
Clap your hands, everybody
And everybody, clap your hands
All the ladies, clap your hands
All the strong men, take a stand
One, two
One, two, three
Look, I'm the magnificent G-O-D
Throw your hands in the air like this and follow me
I skip with the Ali's, Chef along three
To all the ladies in the V.I.p., the Henny free
She butterfly fly, lyrics sting like a killer bee
Right-hand lean
When I grab the mic and proceed to rock the party
Peace to Naughty By Nature
Love to date ya, of course I got a wife
But I'm so undeniably nice, same my shit twice
You deserve it, plus practice makes perfect
Wishing on a star to find your merchant MC
To the sea from tropic to the polar