fingers got pricked Then the single got picked Man I'm living out my brain I don't dream about shit If I say dream, I meant Dream, Fresh not Hampton
peeps in Queens) Yeah, ohh shit, yo, it's a bird (Nah I thought that shit was a fuckin plane dude) Nah nah nah, it's Soop, Soop, Soop-a-man [It's on!]
Hands down I'm the motherfuckin man Who else could take a gang hop and turn it to a national dance Givin the fans a glance of a rider saggin his pants