Footwork (Size 12 Version)

Lyrics

[Intro] Madlib! Work it... [Verse 1] Crack, E, powder, weed... No matter what it is, they got what you need Young cats serving bags from ten speeds I guess money does grow on trees Kush, ghanz, 'dro, and regs Drop a few crumbs for the hoes that beg You better learn the game, know the ledge Dudes 'round here put holes in heads ("Fuck you lookin' at?!?") You got cash to blow? Dog got ziplock bags of snow (Uh-huh) And those that keep E work is swoll She can pop them hoes like birth control The whole game's buy-and-sell Keeping clientele high as hell Some dudes jump in – try and fail Get lockеd up and tell [Chorus] (All the hustlas!) Let mе see your footwork Them young boys 'round the corner got purp Right next door where homie got murked When he met dude to cop and got jerked Let me see your footwork Don't go down the street, they got dirt Right next door where the girl got murked (Yeah, yeah, yeah) When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt [Verse 2] Shrooms, cigs, meth, and hash Whatever's gon' get that extra cash A1 product in sandwich bags (Right) Plate so fat they can't be mad Rain, hail, snow, or sun The whole neighborhood got the 4-1-1 (Hustle!) But if you snitch they'll bust the guns (Blaow!) Stomp on your face and bust ya gums (Snitch) You better ask around,  Them drug boys sewed up half the town Fearless, and there's no backing down (Nope) The whole crew's packing pounds (Blap!) Ones that you smoke, and ones that smoke you (Uh huh) And everyone knows who you should go to (Uh huh) But you need someone to go through Don't knock if they don't know you (Uhn-uh) [Chorus] Let me see your footwork Them young boys around the corner got purp Right next door where homie got murked When he met dude to cop and got jerked Let me see your footwork Don't go down the street, they got dirt Right next door where the girl got murked (Yeah!) When she ain't do old boy, he got hurt