Lyrics

[Intro] Off the wall, off the wall, off [Verse 1: Beej] Nigga, I peeped your persona, I'm not impressed An anthem that was stepping wit' his question clone candidates Our mission is revised, soul music to use it Jay Dee perfect the snare, droppin' dark from the beats So I can spit the bullets at 'em, now the puzzle's complete While you screamin' hot wobbly wobbly, screamin' yes While the lyrical slug go through a thug nigga's chest All due respect, let's balance it out 'Cause the negativity is rеally stressin' me out In a house or a crib, ridin' in a hoopty You'rе gettin' upset, no game, no coochie I once was like you, but a car don't make the man What makes the man is his game plan If you don't have a plan, then you sinkin' in the sand Look back one minute later, all I saw was your hand In your hand was a grand, so I took it and ran Drop the LP and dedicate it to you, my man Tilly Mos, call me BJ Ski Representin, the glove from above Not down below like a ho, let a ho be a ho I know everybody gonna give love to the Mo Yo, we never left, we just kept it on the low, low Low-low like the wizard in Mojo Let me let the chorus flow, then you hear the blow [Bridge: Jay Dee] Make me wanna sing to it, ha Keep fuckin' around, ah Oh, you know you fuckin' around, uh You think you fuckin' around with this You know, you know, you know [Verse 2: Jay Dee] Huh? What? Who got dough? Let me see it Dilla show you how to MC it Beats bang the fuck out the MP, kid Pop shit, we got clips and we empty it Y'all will agree, it's simply the truth We keep niggas in line like we simply do And the envious haters, they wastin' my time If you're not in my face, then you're not on my mind They wanna hate Jay 'cause Jay done got on his shine See they don't know this nigga Jay done got on the grind Got a lot on the mind and 'bout to let it all out They wanna see me ball out But come down to the D, baby And we can bounce to the key and the city And hit the VIP wit a fifty for a head shot in the head, not bad at all Show you how a player do it, it'll take Jay to do it Next year GRAMMYs, niggas wearing gators to it Fuck, it's stupid, and y'all made us do this shit Who this clique I'm rollin' wit'? We holdin' it down (Hey) It's the Thelonius, we ownin' it now