Best Believe

Lyrics

[Intro: Redman] Ay, you already know what it is, nigga Lemme tell you something (Fuck that) (Ay, fuck them Gilla House niggas) Ay, what you talkin' about bitch I'm a pimp (Ay, fuck you) You goddamn right I'mma do it like this [Verse 1: Redman] I tie up my Air Nikes, prepare for the mic Straight throwin' up the bike on Jersey Turnpike (VROOOM) Get at me, the Doctor is fine Cadillac transform into Optimus Prime I ain't lyin', I'm the future satellite dish on the Coupe Wanna be hood down, I'll recruit ya I talk with slang, that swang like Slick Rick chain King Tut's my new nickname I'm at the Knicks game when it's on I get Nuggets so I'm there with a Carmelo uniform I jerk to a porn then I'm off to work Train to box you in like Buddy McGirt Expert got the Draft not Miller I hustle my flows like weed you know the bags got bigger NIGGA! Boy a puss If the pen run outta ink, I kill another octopus Got the house like Dane Cook; Red, L & Pete Rock The pressure make the wiz blow on the teapot Since 19, I had detox I was rockin' Reebok's, copying the Human Beat Box Now I'm from the East Side all grown up Places I played in, nigga, all sewn up I'm chasin' that dream 'till I'm at the Garden On a thousand foot screen in red monkey JEANS!! [Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')] (Ooooh weee) Best believe we get high, nigga Best believe we get by, nigga Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la Best believe we get high, nigga Best believe we get by, nigga Best believe we get live, nigga (Ooh wee) [Verse 2: LD] Hot damn ho here we go again (Let's Go) My God damn flow buries hoes & men (Yup) I got grams, yo stereo was in four rush Too rough for your scary flow to win (Yup) Heart stop when I'm barely going in Might as well start singin' like Mario & them (Yup) So what's the scenario again? Pete Rock, Funk Doc, yup, here we go again (Yes sir) I stay high like a guy who supplies in the sky You probably gotta fly just to buy (Whoo!) Kinda guy walkin' by with a Desert 45 Probably be a legend before I die (Die!) You wanna see me pay? You wanna freestyle? Freestyle's for the CBA Brook niggas wanna be me, ay I'm down with the King, got soul like VBK [Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')] (Ooooh weee) Best believe we get high, nigga Best believe we get by, nigga Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la Best believe we get high, nigga Best believe we get by, nigga Best believe we get live, nigga (Ooh wee) [Verse 3: Pete Rock] I be tossin' & flossin', my style is awesome I grind in my house like Rosario Dawson Got a studio up in the crib My very own Hit Factory/D&D/Quad As I reminisce over you, my God (Jump) to the sounds of the Soul Brother #1 (Jump) all around like Everlast & them cause... your boy back, man I'm sick of this bubble gum rap with a soda on the side That these labels & the radio is feedin' us You ain't gotta eat that stuff I'm speakin' off the cuff Cause a brother like Pete don't really give a... (Damn) Been a classic since Rakim was rockin' a fade with a half moon part and Big Daddy Kane was writing for Biz Mark and I don't really think that you little niggas wanna start Listen guppy, you swimmin' with a shark, you a puppy, I'm a big dog Somethin' like Pete Rock the invincible Plug it into you, make it all official Check 1, 2 [Chorus: Pete Rock (scratching 'Fire!')] (Ooooh weee) Best believe we get high, nigga Best believe we get by, nigga Best believe we get fly, nigga la, la, la, la, la Best believe we get high, nigga Best believe we get by, nigga Best believe we get live, nigga (Ooh wee) [Outro: Scratches "Fire!"]