wall And the cop's on the beat I wrote this song for a man named Michael Stewart A young black man arrested while writing graffiti On a subway wall in New
the rap promoter I start to motor Tour from new york to south dakota Drink ginger ale or root beer soda Never get the girls with the underarm order Put
there's nothing to eat, I bite my nails. So scoob lover, you know your rhymes are kickin', Get on the mic, 'cause you know you eat chicken. Now-now-now, i'm-a place a order
go down Straight like that Oooh Uhhh Kid capri Ill na na And the muthafuckin' l-o-x That's right Chorus (styles) >from the top of new york, where
follow Long time, searching for a new tomorrow I'm always in and out of love Dawning, love is always round the corner Working, trying to fill a special order
to save ya Or dehydrate ya I'll back you up, pardon this behavior Give me nutra-sweet powered cheese extra extra MSG I come out of order, so just
my kingdom where i can make dreams come true catch me like .. down from my throne you know i'm the king of the hood come .. see me the scene .. the new
hang around me ill take you to a new world its up to you girl cause' i can sho do it i see you twerkin that thang you aint new to it so get used to it
proud of me Four. Five. Six Seven I don't like sports very much There's a vast number of sports that I'm not invlved in. There's water skiing In order
beat and grabbed the mic then they wrote a check A few G's for the pocket no hesitation Took a flight back to the Golden State and Shops made orders from a whole new
grand you down They said, "Don't you think it's mighty strong language To be used in, right here on the Fozo Show" Now if a order was to come down from
either were you Trying to figure out how I do the things I do A word of advice if you already haven't Go out, step out, special order some talent
Most times I do it with a mic in my hand Sean Daley and Anthony Davis Twin Cities, they act like we famous Still nameless in places like Vegas So order
world with an iron fist but that's the hand that feeds you until you won't comply with the new world order then we're the hand that bleeds you Bow down
people you lookin' good out there Now we got flavor on top of flavor I'm talkin' about we got the old school flavor and the new school flavor Somethin' new
Ay, how come you won't gimme no pussy tonight? Aight, well, shake the spot then, you think you special? I hear your car keys jinglin', get the fuck out
You know who we are ?Cause we're pimpin' all over the world I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican day parade Then at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin'
our shit would go...studio cost would be an all time low. Thats it I got it! We got it! I Got it! The new shit, the new look, the new sound. What...Tell