[Intro]
Bust it, bust it, Friday night swinging you know what I'm sayin
With Mista Lawnge and my man Jermaine, and Jeff his name is Jeff
Check it, check it, check it, yo c'mon

Lyrics

I been around, I been around
I been around town
I'm found to no abound
That many cannot get down
But not me, we kick it all day and night see
Although you'll know in a minute
Right now you know not who I be
So I kick it for a second
Yes I kick it for a sec
Get wrecked, and double-check
Got the flavor you'll select
Name is Dres, D-R-E-S
Yes I guess that is
Ya gotta bag of buddha we'll smoke cess
I'm the type of brother that the girls always select
It's not because they're out to come
It's cause they're out to come correct
I'll talk about a ho, because a ho I know
And if you knew the honey too
Then I guess too you would talk so
Play me not, if my phone book is bigger
Don't get hot cause I clock the fat figure
Told ya I'm a swinga got my finga on the trigga
'Cause everybody hates the fly n***a
Play me not close if your chin is made of plaster
If your best is made it down
Then you should walk faster
Don't give me a pound if your heart's not in your hand
Play me out never 'cause I came to understand
Do it to, for me
I do for me too
Push me up and I'll pull myself through
Watch my back and I'll watch my front
Got what I want
See ya, hate to be ya
Got a nine, got a shottie, got a catch-22
I'm damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do
Fightin' overseas how they're fighting on my block
Over there is liberation over here is for a rock
No, not cop rock, no, not pop rock
Do-do-do-do-do-do-do-do
Aftershock
Some will fly gear, while others are slept-in
A game I use to play until I learned to keep steppin
But one thing I learned, yo roll and take it
Life is what you make it