[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
The New Age introducing The New Stick
Slap [?] up for amusement
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, thought this was music?
Nah, it's real life, don’t you confuse it
When I'm on a track, betta keep it movin'
I [?] out, it’s been proven
Except I do it like there's nothin' to it
Got the whole squad JUMPIN' TO IT
All the girls, look [?] to it
The industry like [?], "I knew it!"
"Sticky Fingaz, ooh, he 'bout to do it!"
He make [?] f**kin' lose it

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
On number two, you gon’ make me whip yo’ [?] again
Sticky bigger, more stronger, more faster than
You ain't learned yet? [?] Yo’ baby class is in
On a scale one to what? (pffft!) I'M PAST A TEN!
Big buck an' stick [?], it ain't happenin’
You just a pair of poofs! Abracadabra, man!
See the red dot? This ain't Candid Camera, man
Came in a five, you leavin' in an ambulance
Get the six-pack tight on my abdomens
If it was two of me, women wouldn't stand a chance
Sticky Fingaz, a legend like Bagger Vance
I ain't mean to [?] you up, it's just a habit, man
See, I
[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it

[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz & Dr. Dre]
If sex sells, I'm 'bout to make a killin'
Young black bachelor, rich wit' no chil'n
Only thing on my mind is money and women
Who on the [?] calm and make this next million?
Dr. Dre said, "I thought you was a thespian?" (Uh-uh)
I said, "You're wrong, Young: I'm a male lesbian!" (Oh, what?)
This the third time a [?] fell in love tonight (HAHAHAHA)
I lead the triple life, I got a girl, a [?], and a wife
It's red carpets soon as I get in town
I'm on TV so much I gained fifteen pounds
All them other rappers (What?!) I'm puttin' 'em outta service
Even Mike Tyson said I make him nervous

[Chorus: Sticky Fingaz]
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it
I make LA, I make the West Coast do it
I make Atlanta, I make the Dirty South lose it
I make New York, East Coast get stupid
You got me hype, got me jumpin' to it