Here Comes the Heavster

Lyrics

[Intro] (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Uh, yeah, here we go, what On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Uh, yeah, here we go, what On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) This one goes out to all those... heads (Here comes the Heav) KnowhatI'msayin? Bronx, Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan (Here comes the Heav) (The-the-the, the-the-the) Money-earnin Mount Vernon Can't forget the Uptown (The-the-the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Here we go [Verse One] Ayo turn me loose I don't produce with no buttercup Premier got the butter cuts, here comes that ol' rugged stuff No room for no pitty-pat, petty kitty-kat rap I jig em, renege em or give 'em a dug 'em diggum smack I seen you hangin on ghetto blocks, tryin to get ghetto props You need to stop, you're just a ghetto flop Here comes the niggy-nack, piggyback, knapsack sacky Saki, classic like a Kawasaki, rough like Rocky Sisters call me daddy, Puerto Ricans call me papi You can't stop me, uh 'Cause in these times of tough times, I'm coming with rough rhymes Rugged beats I'm passin time on satin sheets And where I came from, some come from Tryin to diss the champion, numbaerone, Don Gargon Talkin behind my back like they alla that, they ain't halfa that Matter of fact, I'm the one who put the town on the map Tick tock tick, things are getting thick (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) [Hook] Yeah, uh On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Uhhh, yeah, well alright c'mon On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go (Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Yeah... yes, well alright c'mon Funk funk flow, funk funk flow, here we go (...Comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) [Verse 2] Here comes the bigger bro, I'm on the slow nigga flow I like to do bigger show, so I can get bigger dough I hung out in crazy states, sit down and ate crazy steaks In the morning time I wake up with a rhyme and soem Corn Flakes Rap is a stallion's job, hung out with Italian mobs I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards Around in the Source van, got paid when my horse ran And despite the verdict, I'm still a Mike Tyson fan In the trench I get ruff, on the stretch, I get vexed Eddie F's on the set who's next to get wrecked Mr. Sweeperman, time to do the sweep up Brothers couldn't keep up, spendin too much time with their feets up Listen to it, this is how I do it When I wreck a set, rhymes float like fluid Lord have mercy on those who curse me You don't appreciate, neither-for you don't deserve me Tick tock tick, things are getting thick (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) [Hook] Yeah, what (Here comes the Heav-) On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go (Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Uhhh... talk about it alright, yeah (Here comes the Heav-) On the funk flow, on the funk flow, here we go (Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) Uhh, yeah, well alright, c'mon (Here comes the Heav-) On the funk flow, on the funk flow (...Comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) [Breakdown] So break it down (So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster) So break it down (So easy does it on the D-D-DL) So break it down (So easy does it on the... DL) So break it down (So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster) So break it down (So easy does it on the D--DL) So break it down (So easy does it on the DL, the Heavster) (So easy does it on the D--DL) [Verse 3] Didn't it make you sick when I went pop and I kept my props And I blew up the spot and was large on your block I know it did that's why you formed the committee Of a bunch of itty bitty silly Milli Vanilli hillbilly niggies Never mind all the chitter chat, cause I got a bigger bat Step out of line again to get your jaw tapped Don't try to play me for cream puff Forgot I was big stuff, rough tough, and all that stuff, huh? You jabber jaw junkie, rap tour flunkie Quick at the lip, but when you see me you flip like a monkey It always amazes me, how some brother's faces be Smilin but behind your back they talk like an enemy But I got a sharper blade, from here I see better days Sittin on my porch countin loot drinkin lemonade Swingin with the shy type, girl who's the fly type The non gettin high type, that's how you know she's my type Tick tock tick, things are getting thick (Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick) [Hook] Here comes the Heav- Heavster, and I know it makes you sick Here comes the Heav- Heavster, and I know it makes you sick Here comes the He- Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick The-the-the Heavster The Heavster The-the-the Heavster The Heav, Heavster The-the-the Heavster The-the-the Heav, the Heavster The-the-the Heav, the Here comes the Heavster, and I know it makes you sick