Nothin’ Wrong (Original)

Lyrics

[Intro/Talkbox] It's the Mafia Uh, uh, say what, say what It's the J-M-C in the motherfuckin' house y'all niggas ain't (here we go), say what [Verse 1: Lil Cease] Let's get it poppin' light the L pop the Cris (get it poppin') Get my mind right so I can slide with a bitch (oohhh) Cease spot her well I got the eye for the chicks Ass and tits fat with the juicy lips Hey mami let me holla at you for a few ticks Get to know your name while you light this spliffs Let me get inside your mind for some major shit Let me put you on to some old gangsta shit (gangsta shit) I step up in the club so fresh and so clean clean (clean clean) Max Out, M.A.F.I.A. the American dream team (dream team) Big free rollin' on dubs with the big wings When it comes to stuntin' for it shit ain't no thang thang Niggas ain't flaggin' niggas just packin' Bet you don't want to see the G-U-N-Z'S Shit is off the hook, ma please believe it Move Dem Thangs like Angie Martinez [Chorus/Talkbox] To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long [Verse 2: Banger] Hey Mami Peace to all my fly hunnies To all my niggas gettin' money To all my real gangstas sittin' on 20's Lace your pinky, your wrist your neck full of jewelry Live your life to the fullest if you feel me, bitch Shake it to the left, bitch, shake it to the right I put my dick in a hoe every single night (every night) What more can I say I can show you the best tell it I Get My Freak On way more than Missy Elliot And if you think somethin' sweet We do like Uncle L and swing an ep in my jeep Ass like Trina, take it to the house Freak like Adina, take it in your mouth 'Cause if you ain't up on thangs Bang Bang be the name J-M-C's the gang I rep M-A-X O-U-T Blaze hoes from NY to Cali to South Beach [Chorus/Talkbox] To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] Dudes in the rap game, dudes in the movies Tonight I'm lookin' for an around the way cutey From blow-outs to waves, hairy can be greasy Got to be a macaroni 'cause I like 'em real cheesy Forte Green, Brownsville, Cyprus keep callin' Thompkins, Marcy Projects we hittin' all of 'em I'm with my girls so it's all fine and dandy We stoppin' at the store gettin' some of the hood candy A nigga with G pulled up in a Porsche C Said get what you want, everything on me I said what up, I'm Versace, call her Chanel What's your name love, huh, get me on my cell He looked me in my eyes, said yo my name is Ja I got five ex wives that all push X5s But you, I put you up in the Bently Million dollar cribs, break you off somethin' gently God no, I'm a model, keep poppin' them bottles Playin' niggas like dummies, and keep takin' this money Still I don't see nothin' wrong With spendin' these niggas money all night long [Chorus] To all my gangstas, let's keep it rockin' We got the Cris, let's get it poppin' We got haaaze, let's get to sparkin And get to smokin' on somethin' 'Cause I don't see nothin' wrong With smokin' blunts and fuckin' hoes all night long