This DJ, he gets down Mixing records while he go round To the Hip to the Hop you just dont stop Producing funky tracks till it makes you drop
Conjunction junction, whats my function I'm hookin up tracks so that niggaz can function Its not Pete Rock or that nigga Dr. Dre Its this muthafuckin nigga from around the way The one who brings you styles on timesy, whymsy Thats why its so hard to find me Conduction, construction when I bust choo choo, bustas Its a must when I bust when I bust, I gotta come correct The R to the E to the S-P-ect architect Yup nigga no I'm not tweakin Its one of the 16 minds that I'm speaking The W-A the double R the E into the uhh A-B-C-D-E-F to the muthafuckin G Ooh shit as I flex I wrecks I checks So whats next
Mr. Malik
Oh who's next, to catch flack on the menu I snap necks when I flex let me continue Send you, on a mission when I rock It goes on and on and on and you know we don't stop Yes I'm back on another route, ready to take 'em all out Now can't get with this, cuz they get faded without a doubt Check 'em, I wreck em like 1-2-3 why They can't fuck with that rude one Malik Will I drop, can't stop it, lit it up like a rocket When they get out of line I grip the nine out my pocket Lock it down, yeah thats what I do How could you come solo nigga when I run through ya whole crew I rule, fool, act like you heard it The one I run with, can't remember the last he murdered Dem do away or them get dealt with Give the noise I want silence, no bubbaclad bullshit Nigga, its all about my grip So the one who starts to slip is the one who gets ripped Kept a chip on my shoulder not now that I'm older They, all of me, the LBG high roller Cuz back in the days on the side where we sat Niggaz a come up missin if they didn't have they strap So why, try to be, like me Just when you pull back a G and I think I'm Mr. Malik
Mr. Malik and Warren G
Well if the beat is funkadelic then the tune is right Mr. Malik and Warren G so tonights the night that we spark We spark in the dark when we do it in the park
Mr. Malik
Well its the A to the B (And the C to the D) Hey my name is Mr. Malik with that DJ Warren G (Mr. Malik can you hear me) Yes I'm the host with the most they can't get close or even near me (I said a tick, tock, tickin to the Era) I said a pick which glock bitches get shot its still terror (Terror, terror, pick which glock) Which one? (the black one with the big pin lock)
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